#it's so good please read it i'm begging you

[holyblonded]

new foods | stargirl

pairings: alexia putellas x teen!reader, olga rios x teen!reader, barcelona femeni x teen!reader

summary: alexia decides to diversify the food at home and you, a notorious picky eater, suffers

warnings: avo-freaking-cados

notes: as a former picky eater this resonates with me ✊🏾

"Ale, please! Leave the cooking to Olga, por favor," you begged, practically on your knees in the kitchen.

Alexia, standing at the counter with a determined look and an apron that read "Master Chef", waved you off like you were being ridiculous. "No, this will be good for everybody. The physios and nutritionists all agree—you need more protein in your diet. No more pizza and all those energy drinks every day. You're a growing girl and need all the nutrients you can get so you can grow to be big and strong."

You stared at her with a blank expression, blinking slowly as if you were processing her words. Then, as if struck by divine inspiration, you whipped around to face Olga, who was trying (and failing) to hide her amusement in the corner. "Please, Olga. Don't let the monster do this. You're the only one who can stop her!"

Alexia rolled her eyes and gave you a light smack on the back of your head. "Monster? Really?"

Olga burst out laughing, leaning against the doorframe. "Sorry, mi Estrellita, but I have to go to Madrid for the week. And you know as well as I do that once she's set her mind on something, there's no stopping her."

She walked over, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then to Alexia's, her grin widening at the pure look of betrayal on your face.

"Be good," Olga said sweetly, ruffling your hair.

"How can I be in these conditions?" you groaned, throwing yourself dramatically onto the couch, your face buried in your hands like a grieving widow in a telenovela.

"You're so dramatic," Alexia huffed, crossing her arms. "This will be a good change, Estrelleta, prometo." She walked over, kissed the top of your head, and then headed to the door to see Olga out.

The moment the door closed, you threw your head back and let out an exaggerated wail. "Why me?!"

From the kitchen, Alexia's voice called out, "Stop acting like I'm going to poison you. It's eggs, niña. People eat them every day!"

You sat up abruptly, squinting toward the kitchen. "Eggs? That's it? That's your grand plan? That's your big nutritional breakthrough? Eggs?!"

"With spinach," Alexia added smugly, emerging from the kitchen holding up a bag of wilted greens like it was some kind of trophy.

"Spinach?!" you gasped, clutching your chest. "Ale, what do you take me for? A farm animal?!"

Alexia laughed, shaking her head as she walked back into the kitchen. "You're impossible. And for the record, this is why you're stuck with me as your cook. Maybe if you didn't treat every green vegetable like it's a personal attack, we wouldn't be here."

You groaned again, flopping back on the couch with your arm draped over your forehead like you were moments away from fainting. "If I don't survive this week, tell Eli and Alba I love them."

"I'll be sure to let them know during the funeral. Cause of death: an actual vegetable," Alexia called back, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

You couldn't help but smirk as you peeked toward the kitchen. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Immensely," Alexia admitted with a grin.

The sound of a pan clanging against the stovetop made you wince. "Ale," you called nervously, sitting up. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"Niña, relax," Alexia replied confidently. "How hard can it be?"

The smell of something burning wafted into the living room.

"Ale!"

"Okay, maybe a little harder than I thought," Alexia muttered, frantically waving a towel at the smoke detector as it began to beep.

You couldn't help but laugh as you watched her struggle. "Olga, please come back," you whispered to yourself, shaking your head. This was going to be a long week.

The cafeteria buzzed with its usual lunchtime energy—trays clinking, teammates laughing, and the faint aroma of fried food in the air. Your stomach growled as you grabbed a tray, your eyes scanning the buffet like a predator stalking its prey. You weren't sure what you wanted, but one thing was certain: it wasn't going to be anything green, or worse, anything with Alexia's dreaded stamp of approval.

As you reached the pizza station, your salvation in sight, a firm hand gripped your elbow, yanking you out of the line.

"¡Ven aquí! (Come here!)" Alexia demanded, a grin on her face that was far too smug for comfort.

"¡Ay, qué ahora! (Oh, what now!)" you groaned, your tray wobbling precariously in your hands. "I was this close to lasagna!"

"You don't need that," Alexia said, practically dragging you toward a table like an overly enthusiastic nutritionist.

When you got there, Alexia pulled off the lid from a covered plate with a flourish, revealing a kale salad so green it could've been plucked straight from a meadow. It was topped with avocado slices, cherry tomatoes, quinoa, and—because fate clearly hated you—a dollop of cottage cheese sitting ominously in the middle like the world's saddest sundae.

You stared at the plate, then at Alexia. "You... expect me to eat that?"

"It's good for you," Alexia replied cheerfully, gesturing toward the chair she had so kindly pulled out for you.

"It looks like something my rabbit would eat if I had one," you deadpanned, making no move toward the seat. "Can we get a rabbit?"

"Stop being dramatic and no. It's packed with nutrients. You'll love it," Alexia insisted, her smile unwavering as she nudged you forward.

"Alexia, I swear," you said, narrowing your eyes. "If this is revenge for that time I 'accidentally' spilled Gatorade in your cleats—"

Alexia's eyes flashed dangerously. "It's not revenge. It's about making sure you don't turn into a walking bag of chips and pizza slices."

Across the room, Mapi was already halfway through a plate of fried rice, watching the scene with barely disguised amusement. "Estrellita, just eat it. The sooner you do, the sooner she'll stop hovering over you like your abuela checking your homework."

"Traitor," you muttered under your breath before finally plopping into the chair with a heavy sigh. Picking up your fork, you poked at the kale tentatively, as though it might spring to life and attack you.

"You're not poking it; you're eating it," Alexia said sternly, arms crossed.

Glaring at her, you stabbed an avocado slice with dramatic flair and shoved it into your mouth. The moment it hit your tongue, your face twisted in disgust. "This tastes like regret and bad decisions," you declared, coughing. "Why do you hate me, Ale?"

Alexia rolled her eyes. "You're being ridiculous. It's good for you. And you'll thank me when you feel amazing during training and on the field."

"I'll thank you if I survive this week," you shot back, dramatically pushing the plate away as though it had personally wronged you.

Meanwhile, Aitana leaned over from the next table, smirking as she whispered to Keira, "Five bucks says she orders pizza tomorrow."

Keira grinned. "Deal."

Mapi, still chewing on a fry, added, "I'll throw in another five that she bribes someone to smuggle her in snacks before the week's over."

"I can hear you," you snapped, throwing a glare at your teammates.

"And we're still right," Mapi said, laughing with Keira and Aitana.

Alexia reached over, spearing one of Mapi's fries from her plate as the defender swatted at her hand. "Stop complaining and eat, Estrelleta. You'll feel better after."

You stared down at the salad again, poking it like it owed you money. "When Olga gets back, we're staging a coup. No more kale dictatorship."

The whole table erupted into laughter as Alexia groaned, "You're impossible."

"Estrelleta?" Alexia called out again, her voice carrying a note of growing irritation. She had scoured the entire house, from the bedrooms to the kitchen to the gym downstairs. Nothing.

She passed your room once more, pausing when she heard the faint sound of shuffling and... crunching?

"No, I want a refund," your muffled voice complained, irritation clear despite your full mouth. "There's no extra cheese on this pizza! And you forgot the second bottle of Sprite! Not to mention you didn’t buy the right Monster. I said Pipeline Punch not freaking Mean Bean! Monster Java isn’t even good. Worst delivery ever."

Alexia's eyes narrowed. She followed the sound to your closet, where she stood silently, listening for another second. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door, revealing a scene that could only be described as chaotic.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by an empty pizza box, untouched Monster Java, greasy napkins, and a half-drained bottle of Sprite. The glow of your phone lit your guilty face, while a half-eaten slice of pizza dangled from your hand.

"Estrelleta," Alexia said flatly, arms crossed.

You froze mid-bite, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. A piece of pepperoni drooped from your mouth. "Oh, uh... Ale! Hey there! Didn't hear you come in."

"I'm sure you didn't," Alexia replied, stepping into the closet. She gestured to the mess around you. "And what exactly is this?"

You clutched the pizza box to your chest like a treasure chest of secrets. "This? Oh, this is...uh...team research! Yeah, I'm testing potential new post-game meals."

Before Alexia could respond, your phone crackled to life on speaker.

"Told you it was worth it!" Patri's unmistakable voice chimed in, followed by Pina's snickering. "Did you at least get the extra breadsticks?"

Alexia reached down, picked up your phone, and held it to her face with an arched brow. "Hello, Patri. Hello, Pina."

The line went dead in record time, but not before you heard Patri gasp and Pina yell, "Run, Estrella! Save yourself!"

You groaned, flopping back against the pile of hoodies and sweaters in your closet. "Great. Now I'm on my own. Traitors."

Alexia smirked, sitting cross-legged in front of you. "Let me guess—you bribed them to help you sneak this in?"

You scoffed. "Bribed? Such an ugly word. I prefer incentivized."

Alexia held up the now-empty pizza box. "You know Lucy is going to hear about this, right?"

Your jaw dropped in horror. "You wouldn't!"

"Oh, I would." Alexia grinned wickedly, taking a deliberate bite of the last slice of pizza. "You know how she feels about you eating junk food. She personally picked out that kale salad for you."

"That's exactly why you can't tell her!" you pleaded, sitting upright. "She'll ship me to England just to starve me on cucumber smoothies!"

Alexia pretended to consider this, chewing slowly. "I might keep quiet...but only if you finish the kale salad tomorrow. Without complaints."

Your glare could've melted steel. "You're a monster."

"Your words, not mine," Alexia said smugly, popping the crust into her mouth.

With a heavy, defeated sigh, you muttered, "Fine. I'll eat the salad. But you can't make me eat that yogurt goo again. It's unnatural."

"No promises," Alexia replied with a smirk, grabbing the Sprite. "Now, let's clean this up before Olga finds the evidence and proves me right. I can’t let her be right again."

You groaned, muttering under your breath, "This is my villain origin story."

[illogicallylogicalthoughts]

"But what about-" See above.

"But what if-" Aye, that as well.

"Okay, but-" You're not getting me.

It doesn't matter if it's obscene fetish with a grocery list's worth of squick warnings hacksawed onto it. It doesn't matter if it's so so so so incredibly niche that maybe one in 1.3 million people MIGHT have a CHANCE to get it. It doesn't matter if it's problematic, poorly written, objectively horrible, good, bad, Oscar worthy, non-oscar worthy, literally pig swill distilled into written word or whatever. I cannot even BEGIN to tell you just how much it literally absolutely does not fucking matter.

You have the ability to write. Contained within this ability is the ability to think, do, say, want, need, see, and experience ANYTHING, EVER, WHENEVER, HOWEVER, WHYEVER.

Do you want to write a story about some guy reincarnating as Jesus Christ in space and going back in time to punch god in the face? Sure, go for it. Run with it, even. Get even more obscene with it. Throw Buddha in there somewhere.

Want to write something so honestly revolting to even glance at that I can't provide examples on pain of a slow death at the hands of an angry mob? Go right on ahead. The only people judging here are the people that aren't reading it, and if they still read it to judge, well, that says something more about them than it does you.

Dost thou wish-eh to-eth write-eth a story-eth where it's just a fish flopping around on the ground for three pages and dying in needlessly graphic detail? Shit, man, sure thing, absolutely. Evocative piscine agony for three pages and change in a row sounds right up somebody's alley somewhere.

It doesn't matter.

Write.

Please. For the love of God. Put yourself out there. Make something. Let the walls down. Write. Create. Exist. Take up space. I'm begging you.

Judging voices only have so much power as you're willing to give them. Write what you want to write why you want to write it how you want to write it when you want to write it for your own bloody reasons and justify yourself to nobody, ever.

Write.

That is all.

If u want to write a story about a character that’s just you but hotter with a dark twisted backstory and magical powers and a pet falcon or something, I think u should just go ahead and do that. Who’s gonna stop you? The government?? Fuck the police.

[yuyusbabygirl]

And the dove cries

pairing: dark!hongjoong x fem!reader

word count: 1.8k (just a short one)

genre: smut, DARK (do not read if you don't like it)

trigger warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, kidnapping, noncon (seriously, don't read it if it's not for you), forced handjob, mentions of murder, mentions of future noncon, reader is tied up, Hongjoong is not a good guy

The tape was digging into your wrists and ankles as you laid in the trunk of a car. Tears clouded your vision and your heart lurched with every bump in the road. You tried to think of how you got here but you can only remember bits and pieces, the bump building on the back of your head not helping.

You remember a man asking you for directions, his smile so charming you didn't think anything of it. As you turned to point out a street you felt a cloth over your mouth and nose, your body going from struggling against his hold to limp in his arms. You were barely conscious as he tied your wrists in front of you and threw you over his shoulder. 

He wasn't gentle when he threw you in his trunk. Your head banged against something in his trunk, you tried not to look but you recognised the form of a shovel. You heard his cruel snickering as he bound your ankles together. You remember thinking how unnecessary that was. You were in no state to run. 

You don't know how long he's been driving, your mind slipping in and out of consciousness. He hadn't gagged you but who would even hear you if you screamed. The thought of what he could possibly want with you brought fresh tears to your eyes, thinking back to the shovel next to you. 

Suddenly, the car stopped and you held your breath. The sound of a car door slamming shut made a whimper escape your lips. 

This is it. Please, let it be quick.

A frightened squeak left your lips as the trunk opened and the man looked down at you. He wasn't wearing a mask. That's not a good sign, right? His smile was still charming, although now you noticed the danger hidden behind it. 

You tried to squirm away from him as he grabbed you and lifted you out of his trunk. Your body was slung over his shoulder and you screamed. You screamed and screamed but he just laughed.

“Scream all you want, little dove. No one will hear you,” he taunted you, landing a hard slap on your ass.

You banged your bound wrists against his back but you did more damage to yourself than him. It was still dark out and no city noise could be heard anymore. You took a look around while he carried you but you only saw trees. You could hear him open a door and your panicked breathing got heavier, tears still running down your cheeks, snot coming out of your nose. 

He was walking down some stairs and you noticed he didn't even seem out of breath as he still carried you over his shoulder. In any other scenario you might have been impressed but now it just made your heart sink. 

Your body was unceremoniously tossed onto a mattress lying on the floor. It wasn't dirty and seemed to be new. You noticed a chain with a collar on it attached to the wall lying next to you. There were bottles of water stacked nearby and pillows and blankets were thrown on the mattress. The concrete floor was cold but the basement was heated. You noticed a bucket in the corner and your eyes went to the chain connected to the wall. It wasn't long but you guessed that was strategically planned.

“Please, what do you want from me? I don't have any money, please,” you cried.

He ignored your pleas as he took the collar and closed it around your neck. It was heavy, the chain on it weighing you down even more. He smiled as a sob escaped you. The man let his hand brush over your cheek as he stood back up. You flinched back and crawled backwards on the mattress. He let out a sadistic chuckle and pulled you back by the chain.

“No, please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I swear, please,” you begged him.

“Don't cry, little dove. I just want to see you,” he cooed at you and you could hear the false affection in his voice. Still, you looked up at him and tried to stop your tears. 

“There she is. Good girl,” he smirked down at you. There was a slightly rabid look in his eyes that sent chills down your spine. He still hadn't cut the tape off your wrists and ankles and you could feel how sore they were.

He wiped a tear off your face with his thumb and brought it to his mouth. Your stomach churned as he licked your tear off his thumb with a groan. 

“Please let me go. I swear I won't tell anyone!” you pleaded with him but he only chuckled.

“Oh my little dove, don't you understand? You belong to me.”

Your heart stopped. He wasn't planning on killing you. At least not yet. And definitely not quickly. You were tempted to crawl back from him but he still had a tight grip on the chain.

“I have watched you for so long, my love. I have prepared everything for you. So many nights spent alone, longing for you. And now you're here. You will need time to adjust but I will make sure you do. And I am not afraid to discipline you, little dove, so I'd advise you to follow my rules. Are we clear?” he asked, his eyes never leaving yours. You whimpered in response.

“Rule number one, you answer me when I ask you a question,” he warned you, tugging on the chain. 

“Yes,” you choked out.

“Yes, Hongjoong,” he corrected you.

“Yes, Hongjoong,” you replied and wondered if that was his real name. 

“Good girl. You will call me master when we get to… certain activities but for now you may call me Hongjoong. Until you have learned to behave you will stay down here,” Hongjoong said and the mention of ‘certain activities’ sparked new fear in you.

He looked into your eyes and you knew he could see the fear in your eyes, the way your lip trembled. He licked his own lip and his hand tightened on the chain for a second.

“I have waited a long time to have you, little dove. I told myself I could be patient now that I have you here. But you make it… hard…,” he trailed off and the innuendo was not lost on you. Your eyes dropped down to his crotch that was right in front of you and you gasped. His hard length was straining against his jeans, the sight of it making you break out in cold sweat and feeling in your gut you desperately wanted to brush off as disgust. 

He saw where your eyes landed and let out a dark laugh. “Don't worry, little dove. You're not ready yet. But you should take some responsibility for my plight,” his voice was sweet but you could tell any refusal would result in punishment.

He took your bound wrists and for a second you thought he was going to untie you but he simply unbuckled his belt with his free hand. He chuckled at your confused expression. 

You sniffled, trying to stop the tears from flowing but a few kept escaping. You looked up again as you heard him growl lowly. He pulled his jeans down just enough to free his hard and aching cock.

Fuck. 

It was big. Not overly long but girthy. In a normal setting you might have called his dick pretty. The tip was leaking with precum.

He took your wrists and wrapped your hands around him. A low moan escaped him, your hands so tiny compared to his cock. He used his grip on the tape around your wrists to slowly move your hands up and down. He was hard and warm in your hands, his precum staining your fingers. You tried to avoid looking at his face or his cock but he gave a warning tug on your chain.

“Look up at me, little dove.”

Your eyes snapped up to his. His face was twisted in pleasure, his mouth open, his eyes hooded and dark. As soon as your eyes met his he moved your hands faster, his hips bucking up. The feel of his hard dick in your bound hands tugged at your lower stomach. 

“Fuck, little dove. You're so good for me,” he praised you and you wanted to scream at him to get his hands off of you but you knew resistance was futile and most definitely dangerous. 

His hips started bucking into your hands even faster, his breathing got heavier and you could feel him get even harder. You hoped it was over soon and that he would be satisfied with this forced handjob. 

He dropped your chain and gripped your hair instead, angling your head further up and he kept fucking your hands. Hongjoong let out a loud moan as tears streamed down your face. 

“So good, little dove. Keep looking at me,” he grunted and his hips sped up. The movements of his hips jostled you slightly, the chain on your collar rattling along with the sounds of his pleasure and your choked sobs.

His grip on your hair and your wrists tightened as he fucked your hands even faster. You furrowed your eyebrows as you realised he was close to cumming but he was so close to your face.

You heard his loud primal groan as you felt his cum splatter your face. Your mouth opened in shock but he kept cumming, some of it shooting into your mouth. His hips slowed down and finally he was done. You opened your eyes and looked up at him. Your face a mess of snot, tears and cum.

“So pretty, little dove,” he panted. He dropped your wrists and your hands fell limp into your lap. His cum was dripping from your face and you tried not to swallow what had gotten in your mouth. 

He stepped back and fixed his pants again. You waited for him to clean your face at least but then he pulled out a knife. You scrambled backwards.

“Please don't. No, please,” you cried. He bent down and you closed your eyes. You braced yourself for cuts or stabs but he cut through the tape on your ankles and then your wrists. You gasped and opened your eyes again. 

He smiled at you and ran a hand over the top of your head. 

“You did good, my little dove. Rest up. You have a lot of rules to learn tomorrow,” he patted your head and walked back to the stairs. You realised he wasn't going to clean your face. You're left alone on the mattress on the floor, still tied to the wall as he walks up the stairs and turns off the light. The slamming of the door and the sound of a lock turning reverberates in your mind as his cum dried on your face.

[mommyownsmee]

Mommy I've been scrolling through your blog so long and now I'm so wet and needy.....my legs are spread open the whole time and I feel how much I'm leaking...I so badly want you to touch me, fuck me like I'm just a lil toy.

Fuck I want it so bad....mommy can I touch myself? Can you tell me how? Please...I'm ready to beg

[Here‘s a lil something I came up with while reading your message <3 I hope you like it!]

The dim glow of your laptop screen was the only source of light in the room, casting soft, flickering shadows against the walls. The air was still, heavy, thick with something unspoken—something desperate. The only sound was the subtle hum of your own breathing, uneven and strained as your fingers ghosted over the trackpad.

You had been scrolling through my blog for what felt like hours, your eyes devouring every word, every command, every lingering tease meant to sink deep into your mind and take root. Each carefully chosen sentence settled inside you like a spark, igniting something restless, something raw. Your thighs had fallen open long ago, your body responding instinctively to the overwhelming need coiling low in your stomach.

You were soaked.

You could feel it—the slick heat between your legs, the way your skin prickled with anticipation. Every muscle in your body was drawn tight, wound up so painfully that you were barely breathing. You weren’t even sure when the ache had become unbearable, but now? Now it was impossible to ignore.

But you knew better than to act without permission.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, your mind slipping further into submission with each passing second. You had been trained well. Conditioned to wait. To ask. To beg if necessary.

And you were so, so close to breaking.

The anon you sent me was hurried, needy, bordering on pathetic—but that was exactly what I wanted from you, wasn’t it?

Mommy, I’ve been scrolling through your blog for so long, and now I’m so wet and needy… my legs are spread open the whole time, and I feel how much I’m leaking. I so badly want you to touch me, to use me like I’m just a little toy. Please… Can I touch myself? Can you tell me how? I’m ready to beg.

You hit send, your breath catching in your throat. The waiting was excruciating. Every second that passed without a response felt like another layer of torment, your body clenching with the effort of holding still.

The need to move was overwhelming. To press your thighs together, to dip your fingers between them, to relieve even the smallest fraction of the ache—but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t.

Because good girls waited.

When the notification lit up your screen, your pulse skyrocketed. You swallowed hard, opening my answer with trembling fingers.

Good girls don’t touch without permission. And you’re a good girl, aren’t you? Tell me how much you need it. Show me you deserve it.

A whimper slipped from your lips before you could stop it. Your thighs twitched, but you forced yourself to stay still. The words on the screen felt like a hand around your throat, like soft lips against your ear, whispering things that made your skin burn.

Your fingers shook as you typed the next anon, the pressure inside you growing unbearable.

Mommy, please, I need it so bad. I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m aching. I want to be good for you. I want to do exactly what you say. I’ll do anything. Please, tell me what to do.

My response was almost immediate.

I want you to feel everything. One hand between your thighs, but don’t rush. Just tease. Make yourself wait. Let the desperation sink in. Show me how much you can take.

Your body shook. My words slowly sank deep, curling around your spine, making your skin burn hotter. The idea of holding back, of teetering right on the edge and not giving in—it made the ache sharper, more unbearable.

A shudder wracked through you as you obeyed, your hand sliding between your thighs, the heat radiating against your fingertips. You whimpered softly as you traced slow, lazy circles over yourself—barely applying any pressure, just the lightest touch, exactly as instructed.

It was torture.

You could already feel how soaked you were, how easily your fingers slipped against slick, sensitive skin, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. Every instinct screamed at you to press harder, to move faster, to take what you so desperately craved—but you couldn’t. Not until I let you.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, your body betraying you, searching for friction that you weren’t allowed to have. You whined, the sound soft, pleading, but there was no mercy coming. Just the steady rhythm of your own touch, teasing, taunting, denying you the relief you needed.

You bit your lip, trying to focus, trying to keep your movements slow, careful, teasing. You didn’t want to disappoint me. You wanted to be good. But it was so hard. You decided to send me another anon.

Mommy, please, I need to cum. I can’t hold it back. I’ve been so good. Please, please, let me. I’ll do anything. I need it so bad. I want to be good for you, please let me come.

You didn‘t have to wait long for my answer.

Beg.

The single word wrecked you. A desperate, choked sound left your throat, your free hand fisting into the sheets as you forced yourself to obey.

The silence that followed your begging was unbearable. Every second that passed felt stretched too thin, your body teetering on the edge of desperation. Your fingers trembled where they rested against your slick skin, waiting, waiting—because you wouldn’t let yourself break the rules. You wouldn’t come until I said so.

Then, finally, the screen lit up and your breath caught in your throat.

Good girl. You can come for me now. But I want to hear it. Let me feel how much you need this. Don’t hold back. Ride it out for me. Let me see how far you can fall apart.

Your mind barely processed the words before your body obeyed. Your entire body shook with relief. A wrecked whimper slipped past your lips, your thighs tensing, your fingers pressing down harder now, finally able to move the way you needed—the way I wanted you to.

A sharp, shattered cry ripped from your throat as your body seized, your muscles locking up as the pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave. It was overwhelming—too much—your back arching, your free hand grasping helplessly at the sheets, at anything to ground yourself. The waves of pleasure rolled through you mercilessly, dragging you under, making you tremble and sob from the intensity of it.

But your fingers didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Even as the sensitivity became unbearable, even as your breath stuttered and your thighs twitched, you pushed through. You worked yourself through the aftershocks, milking the pleasure for every last drop, just like I wanted.

You whimpered, gasping as your legs shook violently, tears slipping down your flushed cheeks. The pleasure didn’t fade—it lingered, dragging out, stretching beyond your limits, making you feel used, ruined, completely spent…

[tpwk-formula1]

Hypnotism and Himbofication that leads to Face Fucking by paul aron (mlm plz)

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AN: AHHHH! This is the first official MxM I am adding to my blog other than in threesomes and I am so excited! I have seen you sending in requests and I'm so glad I can fulfill this one so soon! If anyone has any advice on how to make a better mlm fic please don't hesitate to message me!

I am warning you right now... Your girl has no idea how to hypnotize someone so please just ignore that if it's completely wrong... just read for enjoyment not life lessons!

TW: MDNI 18+ Hypnosis. Himbofication

WC: 1K

Y/N POV

"Come on Paul, this a stupid idea," I say while allowing my body to relax into the couch.

"Just believe it'll work!" Paul says while pinching my inner thigh clearly annoyed with my negative attitude.

For the next hour I allow myself to relax into Paul's words and hypnosis technics he had learned while doing 'extensive' research. I'm not entirely sure but I follow along with the words he's been saying.

Paul's POV

I watch as Y/N start to relax his body into my words. I briefly mentioned the idea to him awhile ago and when he kind of laughed the idea off I decided to do some more research and after months I finally feel comfortable in my abilities.

When I finally put Y/N into a haze I do a few tests to see if I have officially put him into his trance.

"When you wake up every time I clap my hands you'll be on your knees begging for me," I say being serious but also still not fully convinced this would work.

Y/N POV

It's been a few days since Paul did his hypnosis and I haven't noticed anything different which just kind of makes me laugh knowing I was right this whole time.

When we are sitting on the couch relaxing for the night Paul claps his hands a few times and before I can even question it I'm instantly moving my body onto my knees and in-between his thighs.

"Such a good boy," Paul says with a small smirk playing on his lips. I instantly start tugging and pawing at the crotch of his sweats trying to free his already hardening cock.

"Please," I whine when I notice Paul isn't helping me get to his hard cock.

"Paul, please," I whine further tugging a bit harder at the waistband of the sweats.

When Paul finally shifts his hips letting me pull his sweats down I take it as my chance to pull his boxers down as well. When his hard cock springs free I instantly grasp his cock into my hand making him hiss at the contact.

I look up at him waiting for him to give me permission and as soon as he nods his head in approve I'm instantly pull his hardening cock into my mouth moaning as soon as his tip touches my tongue.

When I look up to to find Paul's eyes I can see him already watching me with a soft smirk playing on his lips.

"Being such a good boy for me," Paul comments making me whimper under his praise before I pull more of his cock into my mouth feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat making me gag slightly.

I start bobbing my head while using my hand on the rest of his length. The more I get into it the more I'm losing myself in giving Paul pleasure.

"Come here," Paul grunts out while tugging my hair trying to pull me up.

"No," I whine trying to pull my head down in a weak attempt to keep my mouth around his cock.

"Wanna keep being my good boy," Paul asks in a stern voice making he look up at him with a soft whimper.

"Come ride me," Paul tells me while giving my hair one final tug bringing me up to my feet and letting him help me pull my clothes off.

Once I was naked I instantly climb into Paul's lap clinging myself to his neck almost instantly.

"What's got you so needy?" Paul teases while he uses two of his fingers to tease my ass.

"More," I gasp when he pushes his two fingers all the way into my ass trying to prep me to take his cock.

"Been such a good boy for me," Paul comments while slowly starting to fuck my ass with his fingers.

"Paul, please, want you to fuck me," I whine while jerking his cock faster trying to pull myself further into his lap so I can line his cock up with my needy hole.

"What's gotten into you?" Paul teases while pulling his finger from my ass and helping me line his throbbing cock up with my greedy ass before letting me sink down on his cock with a whimper falling from my lips.

"So good," I cry when I feel my ass bottom out on his cock. When I slowly start rocking my hips trying to build a rythem I feel Paul's hand wrap around my hard cock giving it a soft jerk.

"Fuck," I cry out in a loud whimper feeling Paul slowly start to build pace with his jerking as I build pace in riding his cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cry in a broke chant feeling myself crawling closer and closer to my release.

"Gonna cum for me?" Paul asks in a teasing voice while he speeds up his motions on my cock making me cry out feeling myself close to falling over the edge.

"Please," I whimper while clenching my ass around his cock trying to coax him closer to the edge so we can cum together.

"Cum for me," Paul grunts while fucking his hips up into my ass harder throwing me over the edge almost instantly cumming all over both Paul and I's bare chests, while I feel his cock twitch in my ass before I start to feel him spill his cum deep into my ass.

"Fuck!" Paul grunts out as his hips tense and relax a few more times as he is fucking us through our orgasms.

Paul dips a fingers into my cum that's coating his lower belly before offering me a taste. As soon as my lips are wrapped around his finger he pulls his finger out of my mouth and tugs me down to place a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Such a good boy for me," Paul whisper into my ear making me moan softly under the praise.

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The end!

I did my best... I definitely need to work on bimbofication/ himbofication but for the first time I'm proud of the subtleness I brought to the story! I really hope you enjoy and PLEASE keep on requesting! I'm having so much fun with these.

[faintedincoils]

I'm almost done listening to Side One, and y'all? Y'all. This is SO GOOD. And it's so much.

Little snippets of fairytales that don't exist; spoken word musings that sound like poetry and loss and truth; songs that feel like reading someone's diary, getting a paper cut from a page, and rubbing lemon juice in the little wound as penance for your trespass; facts about an island you wouldn't want to visit, but might already be headed towards.

I am in love.

Please pop over to Bandcamp and give it a listen, I beg you.

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[wintercinnamoon]

Hello?.... Buck, is that you?

Bucky×Femreader

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You went to visit your parents for a few days because you used to spend the last days of October with them, but today they went out and you stayed in the attic reading some books and lying in the custom spot you set up in the attic

James was bored and missed you, they both told each other this all the time via text messages and even in longs calls. But James had an idea, he just finished watching "Scream" and decided to try to tease you, so he called the landline, luckily you had the phone nearby in case your parents called, so you answer.

"Hello?" You said but no one answered, so you spoke again

"yes?" There was only breathing on the other end so you hung up, but as soon as you hung up the phone rang again, and you answered again.

"Helloooo"

"Hello" A deep, masculine voice came from the other end, from the voice you could tell it was Bucky pretending a more deeper and serious voice.

"Hi sweetie, is that you bucky?" You said smiling and playing with the tip of a lock of your hair

"who are you? " Bucky replied, acting mysterious.

"mmm i don't know, who are you?" You responded, now somewhat confused as you continued to play with your hair.

"who's asking?" He replied, still acting mysterious.

"huh?..... what number are you trying to reach?" You said frowning slightly

"What number is this?" He replied and I just frowned in confusion.

"...I think you dialed the wrong number, it's okay, take it easy" You hung up, and thought that was kind of weird. You put the phone aside and went back to your book for the phone to ring again, and you answered it but before you could say anything, that deep and serious voice, but something hot spoke.

"Why don't you want to talk to me?" He said and just to annoy you he added "why'd you hang up so soon?"

You frowned slightly and smiled. "James, is that you? "

"....And what makes you think it's me? Hmm?" He said still maintaining his character

You stay in silence for a sec and than laugh "You just gave yourself away, honey"

"Damnit" He groans, dropping the act, then sighs, but he's smiling "So... you knew it was me from the start.... how?"

"Mmm no one would call me pretending to be ghostface with such a sexy voice knowing that I'm home alone hmm" You smile

He chuckles "Good point... But you didn't seem spooked or anything. You seemed unbothered" He pouts dramatically "Come on, I was trying to be scary, y'know"

You chuckles as well and smile "You might have scared me a little and sounded creepy, but you gave yourself away, honey.... But, you were sexy and scary huh"

He sighs and smile "Y'know, you're really mean for not going along with it. That was the scariest ghostface I've ever done. And the sexiest."

"And the sexiest, damn right" You say

He chuckles "That's just not fair. I was being all ominous and creepy, and there I was thinking you might be impressed, but no... instead you're attracted to my ghostface voice."

You smile "Well, the girls in the first movie also thought that ghostface had a sexy voice..... Can you blame me?, besides yours is better"

He grins, blushing "...You really thought it was sexy?"

"Yes. Definitely."

He smiles "Damn, why didn't you say so sooner, huh? Maybe you should've been a lil more scared, and a lil more into it... just for my ego's sake...."

You laughs slightly "Sorryy"

He sighs happily, a smirk slowly returning to his face "You're evil, you know that?" He pauses for a moment "...Hey. Do me a favor."

"Yes, and yes? What is it honey?" You say something curious

"I'm gonna call you again, okay? And this time, I want you to act a bit more scared... a little more into the whole ghostface thing. Can you do that for me?" He says it almost begging you and with a pout.

"It will be a pleasure, baby" You say smiling

He hangs up, cutting off the call. He smiles to himself, excited to try it again, and he calls again. He tries as hard as possible to get back into character, to sound like the same creepy ghostface as before

You pick the landline "hello?"

He tries to make the voice sound garbled and static again, he pauses, remaining silent for a few seconds to try and spook you

"Yeah? Is there someone there? " You said pretending confusion

He makes a garbled laugh, before finally speaking "I don know, who's asking?"

You pretend to think and then you answer "who am I going to respond?"

He grins "Who do you think you're going to respond to?"

"I don't know"

He laughs "Well, why don't you guess? Who could it possibly be?"

"Mmmm maybe is my boyfriend or maybe is some serial killer ripper" You pretend to think, and smile as you wrap a tip of your hair around your finger

He laughs "Damn, what if it's both?" The garbled voice is still there, and he's loving this

"Mmmm if it's my boyfriend pretending to be a serial killer ripper he has to know that he's very hot....." You say smiling, you're definitely loving this too

He grins, the smile evident even through the garbled voice "...And what if he is? What if he's pretending to be one? Hm?"

"So I'm gonna tell you that you're hot mmm and if you come into my house I'll kidnap you for myself "You say with great confidence and seriousness, taking the matter very seriously and smiling.

He pauses, grinning "But what if he's not just pretending? What if he's not your boyfriend? What if he's the real deal, huh?"

"Mmm then I'll call my boyfriend and my boyfriend will destroy that murderer who is acting smart with his girlfriend huh" You say smiling but pretending to be serious

He laughs again "Damn, the confidence you have in that man is something else. He's gotta be some tough guy, huh?" You instantly respond to him "Damn right, he is"

He stops, almost tempted to break character for a moment but he restrains himself, he's enjoying this too much "Yeah? He's big, huh? Strong, intimidating?" You again respond instantly "as hell"

He grins, almost speaking out of character "Damn... I can't tell if your trust in him is terrifying or sexy..."

"Or both" You say smiling

"But you know... What if I'm hiding in your closet looking at you, what would you do? Because your boyfriend isn't around..." He says in a dark manner, trying to sound creepy.

You look at the closet in the other corner of the attic and stand up as you walk towards it. "Well, I don't think a murderer would be very comfortable in there."

"Are you sure, doll?" He says with the same voice and attitude, and with a smile

You opened the closet and it only had the usual things "yeah"

"What if i'm looking at your windows from the street in the background?.... Leaning against the tree on the left.... What would you do, doll?"

You walk over to the window and start looking for him and you smile when you find him staring at the windows like a stalker, with his motorcycle leaning against a tree, and you smile "Well.... He's a very sexy killer.... I'd open the door for him, what do you say?

He smiles and catches the attic window where you were watching him and laughs. "Hurry up, doll"

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[littlemourningstarr]

Do You Mourn the Passing of the Hours?

Former Professor Emmrich Volkarin had spent years settled into a quiet life running a small, quint flower shop in Nevarra. He expected that any excitement was far behind him. Enter, Lucanis Dellamorte. Professional assassin. Antivan Crow. A possessed man. A possible bad decision to take in Lucanis after an assassination goes slightly off kilter, and suddenly Emmrich finds his life is full of far more excitement than he'd ever had. But maybe, for the man who had begun to experience the world through a cloudy window of fascination but never truly partaking, the excitement would remind him what it was like to truly be alive again.

Chapter Nine!

Pairing: Emmrich Volkarin x Lucanis Dellamorte, Emmrich Volkarin x Spite, Emmrich Volkarin x Lucanis Dellamorte x Spite

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Tags: tags to be added as we go, modern AU, flower shop AU, demonology AU, former professor Emmrich, still assassin Lucanis, physical hurt/comfort, scent kink, Spite is a little freak, mentioned/discussed past Viago/Lucanis, background Teia/Viago, pinning, slow burn, hand kink, masturbation, background Bellara/Irelin, biting, hand jobs, blow jobs, anal sex, anal fingering, surprise piercing, canon style violence, virgin Lucanis

Emmrich woke to a sweet warmth, tucked against him, as his phone chirped his alarm at him. He lifted an arm, reaching behind him, managing to find the offending technology and snooze his alarm.

Against him, Lucanis stirred, gave a little groan and stretched his legs, pushing his face further against Emmrich's neck. He mumbled something entirely inaudible, and Emmrich had to laugh lightly.

"Come again?"

Lucanis pulled back, looked up at him with sleep heavy eyes. "I'm throwing your phone out the window."

Emmrich laughed again, smoothed back some of Lucanis's hair. He leaned down, kissed Lucanis gently- his heart thudding painfully at how pliant and warm Lucanis's mouth was. He was heavenly, rising from the depths of sleep.

He kissed him again, unable to restrain himself, and Lucanis pushed against his mouth, opened his lips and begged for a deeper kiss. Emmrich cradled his cheek, found he couldn't deny him, tendrils of warm static beginning to spread throughout his body at the feeling of Lucanis's tongue, at the warm plush of his cheeks, the points of his teeth.

Emmrich had such an urge to devour him.

Lucanis made a pleased noise, around Emmrich's tongue, his hands finding his chest, twisting his pajama shirt in his hands. For a moment Emmrich thought a button might give, and he'd feel Lucanis's fiery skin against his own bare flesh.

Emmrich's phone chimed again, and he pulled back, forcing himself to collect himself as he untangled from Lucanis. He sat up- a painful process with Lucanis splayed in his bed, looking up at him, and brushed a hand back through his hair, pushing it from his forehead.

Lucanis smiled at him, over the motion. "You look good less put together."

Emmrich cleared his throat, felt an aching need rising in his groin. The only thing he could do was reach down to give Lucanis's hair one final touch with his fingertips, before he forced himself to rise and leave the bedroom.

Emmrich would admit to no one that his shower felt like ice, but he feared if he was given even a moment of comfort, he'd fall into the memory of Lucanis's mouth and the desires it made roll in his belly. So he took discomfort in order to remain tact.

When he returned to his room, hair wet and slicked back, dressed again in his pajamas, Lucanis was no longer in bed. He took the chance to close the bedroom door and change into his clothes for the day.

Once he'd settled his jewelry into place, he headed back to the bathroom, drying his hair and ensuring it was held back and proper. As he did, the scent of coffee wafted up through the house. It made him smile, felt comforting.

He heard Lucanis on the stairs, as he was finishing up, his shockingly light footsteps as he proceeded down the hallway. Emmrich took a moment to ensure his hair was going to stay in place, then left the bathroom, heading down the hallway.

He found his study door open, Lucanis perched on the edge of his desk, nursing a cup of coffee. Another sat next to him. "Don't worry," Lucanis said, "there's plenty of sugar in it."

Emmrich chuckled, walking into the room and ignoring the cup, reaching up to grip Lucanis's chin firmly in one hand. "I appreciate the sentiment, but you're sweet enough for me."

Color bloomed along Lucanis's cheeks, the bridge of his nose- oh, he was adorable. Emmrich leaned in, pecked his lips gently, before he stepped back and picked up the coffee, taking a tentative sip. It was indeed sweetened enough for him, thickened with cream as well.

Lucanis was watching him, dark eyes taking in every movement, every breath, like he was memorizing Emmrich. He felt like he was burning, under that stare. The fact that he'd had the man beneath him, hands pinned to the pillows, the night prior- it didn't matter that it hadn't ended with clothes abandoned and Emmrich's name as a gasp on Lucanis's tongue, it was still thrilling. It felt like it shouldn't have been, like it was too good.

"Should I bring home a bottle of wine tonight?" Emmrich asked, as Lucanis finished his coffee before he'd even downed half his cup. "I feel like I should still be trying to win you over, after all."

Lucanis choked, reached up to press the back of his hand to his mouth. Emmrich set his cup down then, slotted himself into the space between Lucanis's legs, guided his hand away. When he did Lucanis moved first, closed the gap between them for a proper kiss, the kind that seemed to pick up exactly where they had left off in bed.

Lucanis got his arms around Emmrich, clutched at the back of his sweater, kissed him desperately, as if Emmrich might disappear. It was dizzying, the room beginning to tilt as Emmrich felt his thoughts muddying, his mind starved of blood as it pooled in his groin, his cock giving a heavy throb with need.

He should pull back- but he didn't. The thought felt like blasphemy, and instead Emmrich pushed Lucanis down, so that he sprawled on his back on the desk. Emmrich's notebook and pen clattered to the floor as he leaned over Lucanis, blotted out the light of the room.

Lucanis hooked one leg behind Emmrich's thighs, forcing him to stay close, and Emmrich wanted him. He wanted him in such a way he hadn't wanted anyone, in so many years. He wanted to taste every inch of this man, to watch him fall apart with just his fingertips, and then his tongue, and then-

Emmrich pressed down to his mouth, forced the kiss to be slow but deep, had Lucanis squirming beneath him. He could feel the air buzzing about them, knew Spite was right beneath the surface, not taking over Lucanis but sharing in the sensations.

Gods, he'd kissed the spirit last night, too. But Spite felt like a part of Lucanis now, something that Emmrich had to love as well-

The word had him straightening up, breaking the kiss. Lucanis stared up at him, kiss reddened lips and a heady darkness clinging to his eyes.

Emmrich swallowed the lump in his throat, stepping back when Lucanis unhooked his leg from behind his thighs. "I have to open the shop," he managed, although it felt like a pathetic excuse.

Lucanis sat up slowly, hands splayed on the desk, and only nodded.

"But I'm coming back. Later." Obviously he was. Emmrich wasn't sure what he was saying, or why. He reached up, pinched the bridge of his nose. "I sound like a complete fool."

Lucanis laughed- the sound was rich, made Emmrich feel warm in every bend of his joints and hollows of his bones. "Trust me, I wouldn't sound any better." Emmrich let his hand fall down and Lucanis glanced around the study- he truly hadn't been in here much, since he'd begun staying with Emmrich. Most nights Emmrich gathered whatever he might be researching- which was less and less and each time- and would join him on the couch for the evening.

Lucanis slid off the desk and walked around it, ignored Emmrich's closed laptop, and nodded to a drawer that was slightly ajar. "Oh, that drawer always sticks… wait." Emmrich hurried around the desk, reaching down to jerk it open, remembering why he had opened it in the first place, so many nights ago, before Lucanis had even settled into his home.

Tucked inside were two knives- the wicked blade Lucanis had killed a man with the first day the met, the other thinner, shorter, but rather intricate. The knife that had stabbed him. Emmrich had cleaned them and tucked them away to return, and then had simply forgotten.

"I meant to give them back to you." Lucanis nodded, reaching in and pulling out the knife that had been used against him. In the light the blade gleamed, nearly glittered, the faintest inscription visible. Emmrich hadn't realized when he'd been cleaning it and felt the grooves that it was writing, he had thought the blade may have had some wear and tear. Lucanis ran his thumb over the blade, before he set it down. "Does it say something?"

"Yes." Lucanis folded his arms. "I don't know what." It clearly wasn't in their trade language, and if Lucanis didn't recognize it, Emmrich presumed it wasn't in Antivan, either. The Crow turned, offered Emmrich a small smile. "This will keep Spite and I busy while you're away."

Emmrich nodded, although something in his belly had gone cold. He had a horrendous gnawing in him about this that he couldn't explain- nothing more than a gut feeling, than intuition.

*

Emmrich found himself surprisingly busy, when he'd been in the shop only an hour and had received a large order from the university. He'd gotten orders in the past from the university- various events- but it always felt a bit strange.

He tried not to think what his former colleagues might think of him now.

The order took most of the day to prepare, and required delivery that evening. He sent Lucanis a text that he'd be late that evening- but he would not forget the wine he'd promised.

Getting back a Don't be too late, Spite gets anxious somehow made his heart jump. He wanted to ask about the engraving on the knife they had noticed that morning, but kept getting so wrapped up that it slipped his mind entirely.

The sun was setting as he pulled into the university. The drop off for the array of arrangements was easy enough, near the large auditorium they used for their more popular academic speakers. Emmrich didn't recognize the man on the advertising poster, outside the door.

Was he so removed that he no longer knew who was relevant?

The thought made him uncomfortable, gave him a lost feeling in his chest. He forced himself to swallow it down, as he climbed back into his car, driving across the campus, the opposite direction of the exit.

He parked outside a large building- one that had once hosted his own office. He had endless memories of late nights here, grading papers, sitting with struggling thesis students- even just lost in his own research and musings.

He picked up the planted lily he'd had buckled into the seat next to him and headed inside. The decor hadn't changed much over the years- but that wasn't strange. Universities were known for never being with the times.

He glanced at a directory near the elevator, and smiled when the name he was seeking was exactly where she had last been. The same office. He wondered if it had changed at all.

Emmrich got into the elevator, rode it up a few flights, and then headed down the hallway. Many of the doors were shut, lights off- but he was pleased to see light seeping from underneath her door. He paused, rapped his knuckles against it, and heard a calming, "Come in," in a tone that never once wavered.

Emmrich opened the door, found Myrna leaning over her laptop, typing so quickly the clicks of her keys all bled together. She had a concentrated yet calm look on her face, dark hair pulled back in her ever-sleek ponytail. He couldn't remember a time he had ever seen it down, actually.

She glanced up, and her stoic demeanor faltered, for just a moment. Perfectly lined eyes widened ever so slightly, her lips parting, before she composed herself. "Emmrich?"

"Hello Myrna- I hope it wasn't too rude of me to stop by unannounced." He stepped in and closed the door, walking for her desk and setting the plant on the edge of it. "White lilies were always your favorite."

She smiled, closing her laptop, gesturing to the seat in front of her desk. "Your visits are never rude. Should I be flattered that you still remember?" Emmrich settled down, and Myrna folded her hands, wrists and rings adorned similarly to Emmrich's, leaning said hands on her desk. "It has been a long time."

It had been. Myrna was the last of his former colleagues to drop off from those discussions over coffee and tea. She'd been one of the only people to visit his shop, to reach out for more than his just academic mind.

She had been one of the best friends he'd had, at the university. And he had let the communication lapse, he knew. He hadn't spoken with her in more than a year- he could have sent her an email, dropped a call or text-

But there was something that made him want to pull away from those he knew- the embarrassment of no longer being one of them. Even if Myrna had been in favor of his theories.

"It has." He folded his own hands in his lap. "And I apologize for that. I left far too many of your messages unanswered."

Myrna shrugged a shoulder, the gentlest movement. Every reaction from her was so small it could easily be missed. "You have a life outside the university."

"Not nearly as much as you'd think." Emmrich sighed. "Regardless, I am sorry for letting our friendship slip. And I promise, despite what I am about to ask, that I am not only here because I need something."

A faint smile, a flicker of bemusement in her eyes. Excitement. "Using our connection for your own benefit? Emmrich, I thought more of you." Her tone was slightly teasing- most would miss it, but to Emmrich it was dripping in unspoken laughs. "I jest."

"I know. I haven't forgotten how to read you, my dear."

"Good. What do you need?"

Emmrich took a deep breath. "I've met someone who is dealing with a possession, and wants to sever his ties with the spirit. My issue is that all common knowledge on possession often ends in the death of the host themselves, and certainly the spirit attached. I don't believe either want that."

"Either?" Myrna pushed her chair back, stood up. "You've spoken to the host?"

"Oh he is very much present. He and the spirit are coexisting currently." Myrna stared at him, and Emmrich added, "I've never seen such a case."

"No. None of us have." She walked around the desk, her heels clicking on the floor, and leaned against it, folding her arms. Myrna was one to prefer to stand when she was thinking. Sitting was too idly for her, but pacing would have been far too much emotion and reaction.

Instead there was the gentle tap of her fingers against her own arm.

"I'm just curious if there have been any additional developments academically on the topic. Any new theories that could be worth exploring."

Myrna thought for a moment. "Yes, some. I can get you the information. But, Emmrich…" she paused, long enough for one more tap of her fingers, "this is exceptional. A case study like this would be of exceeding interest to the community. To your place here in academia."

She didn't need to spell it out- Emmrich had known, since he'd first realized what was going on with Lucanis. The man could easily be his ticket back into proper academic standing. He could return to the world he had devoted most of his life to- and he could further argue his own theories on spirit disposition in a world different than it had been ten years prior.

But… "I'm sorry Myrna," he offered with a small, sad smile, "but this isn't a case study. The gentleman is… dear to me. I have no desire to publish papers about him as if he was a nameless test subject. I simply want to help."

There was a long stretch of silence- not even the tap of Myrna's fingers broke it. But finally, she gave him a small smile. "Smitten, professor?"

Oh, what was the use of hiding it? "Very much so."

She nodded. "I never expected to see a day where you loved someone more than knowledge." Emmrich opened his mouth to argue loved was a strong word, but Myrna was already pushing off her desk, heading back around it. "I will send you all of the recent papers on possession theory- I assume you still enjoy physical copies as well? If you have a few minutes I can print them for you."

"Oh, you know me too well." Emmrich stood up as Myrna opened her laptop again, walking around her office. It had changed somewhat- new books on display, yes- but mostly it remained the same.

He paused at a display of bones on the wall- shards from various creatures that had once been theorized to make spirit communication easier. Or considered suitable bait to draw a spirit out for study. Disproved, yes, but still widely kept as fun ideas for entertainment purposes.

"Myrna?"

"Hmm?"

"Are staff still allowed access to the bone library?"

She glanced up, noting where he was in the office. "Yes, it has not changed. Although there are many younger staff members and students who do not see the historical art and importance of them."

Emmrich nodded. "In that case, I have a second favor to ask you."

*

Emmrich pulled up his driveway, noting it was far later than he had expected. He texted Lucanis when he'd left the university at least- told him he'd pick up a bottle of port and then be home.

The lights were on in his home- the lower level stark against the very dark outdoors. His porch light was on, which he had not left on that morning- and he smiled to himself at the subtle thoughtfulness.

He got out of the car, walked around it to open the passenger side door and collect both the wine and the heavy folder he'd left Myrna's office with. He'd have plenty of reading to do in the upcoming days.

He shut the door, his mind already very much leaving the idea of reading behind. He had been replaying the feeling of Lucanis's lips against his own in the back of his mind all day, and while he did not want to come on too strong, he very much intended to kiss the man upon first sight.

He was only a few steps from the car when he heard a conglomerate of noises- the rush of air that came with someone jumping, a grunt upon impact, and the sound of a body thudding into the ground.

He turned, just to see a flurry of motion. It was so quick he couldn't make sense of it, but he clearly heard, "Emmrich move!"

He jumped back, as the shadows took shape- Lucanis, who had yelled to him, being thrown off a man's back. The man stood up as Lucanis skidded across the ground, reaching into his pocket and grimacing against the sound of glass breaking.

Emmrich swore he could smell blood in the air-

Blood magic.

He dropped the bottle of wine and his folder, fisting his keys between his fingers as the man lifted his bloody hand from his pocket. He was speaking, not words Emmrich recognized, but it didn't matter.

He ran at the man, attempted to punch him square in the chest. The man grabbed his hand, didn't seem to care when the keys punctured into his palm, and tossed Emmrich aside with a strength that was simply inhuman. Channeled, from something.

Emmrich hit the ground with his breath rushing out of him, just to see Lucanis back up, rushing the man, shoulder down. He barreled into him, knocking him to the ground, the air smelling electric, like ozone suddenly.

Spite.

Before the spirit could fully take root, the man yelled something, a barked word, and Lucanis slumped for a moment, as if the energy had been sucked from him. It was enough time for him to be shoved off the man, roll a few feet away.

The man was up, taking no time to kneel over Lucanis, reaching into his jacket. Emmrich scrambled his hands along the ground, found the bottle of wine which had rolled from the driveway into the grass, and grasped it by its neck. He pushed himself up, time feeling as if it slowed as the man freed a knife from within his jacket and attempted to stab it down into Lucanis's chest.

Lucanis had his hands up and around the stranger's wrists, was pushing with all his might against the downward motion.

Emmrich ran, lifted the bottle, and with a grunt of effort, brought it down into the back of the stranger's skull. The glass shattered, the overly sweet, syrupy wine drenching the man's neck and shoulders, down along his back, as he lurched forward. The single moment of reprieve was enough for Lucanis to get his knee up into the man's gut, before he pushed him off.

The stranger rolled onto the grass, and Lucanis was quick to pluck the knife from his hand, straddle his body, and embed the blade into his chest in a single, fluid motion. The man gasped, and Lucanis twisted the blade in his chest, teeth bared and eyes seeming to glow, despite the fact that they were still near black- as if just a hint of Spite was creeping through.

Emmrich stood, panting, some of his hair falling against his forehead. He watched as Lucanis let go of the knife and stood up, reaching up to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, studying the dying- no, no, already dead- man for a moment.

Then he stepped over the body, turned, and ran to Emmrich. He got his hands on Emmrich's face, cradled his jaw, his eyes dark and wild and terrified.

"Are you alright?"

Emmrich nodded, shaken. He couldn't recall a time where he'd ever been attacked.

Lucanis got his arms around Emmrich, pulled him into an embrace, holding onto him tightly. It lasted for only seconds, but it was enough to make Emmrich sink back into himself.

"Give me your keys," Lucanis said, as he stepped back- only one step. He was still close. Emmrich handed them to Lucanis without question. "Go inside. Lock the door. Do not open it for anyone- not even for me."

"What are you-"

"Making a body disappear." He moved for the car, opening the back door, and Emmrich felt stupid when he asked,

"Shouldn't be call the authorities?" Lucanis shot a look back at him- and , yes, quite right, not a good idea. There was another death on Lucanis's hands. One that Emmrich would be looked at as an accomplice for.

Lovely.

Emmrich grabbed the folder off the ground, heading for the door and opening it. He all but tossed the folder towards the stairs, frowned when he noticed Lucanis's boots still tucked away neatly with his shoes. He grabbed them, turned around to see Lucanis had stripped the man of his jacket, pulled the knife was from his chest, and was hoisting him into the backseat of Emmrich's car.

Emmrich walked over, strides long and quick, as Lucanis straightened up, and pressed the boots to his chest. "Are you in just your bloody socks?"

The Crow only shrugged a shoulder, but did lean against the car to shove them on. Emmrich glanced back at the house- and noticed a window from the living room was open.

And recalled the rush of air, the sound of someone jumping.

"Did you jump out the window?" His voice was rising, alarm lacing his voice. Lucanis straightened, then moved back to Emmrich, looking as if he wanted to wrap his arms around him and never let go.

"Spite sensed something," he offered, as he reached out, took his hand, traced one of the fine bones there. "Inside," he said, his voice breaking as he added, "please."

Emmrich took a single breath, but nodded. Lucanis dropped his hand and he turned, heading back into the house. He pulled the door shut and locked it, watched when Lucanis climbed into the car and pulled away- headlights off, the car barely a ghost in the dark, inky night.

Emmrich walked briskly to the living room, pulling shut and latching the open window. The chill from outside had already crept in, and he shivered. He pulled his phone from his pocket, frantically typing out a message to Bellara, wanting to ensure she was safe. He hadn't seen her that day with the large order from the college and the young woman needing to spend part of her evening prepping for her thesis defense.

Once done, he gathered up the folder and the mess of papers that had flung out of it, taking them upstairs and leaving them on the desk in his study. He went into the bathroom, flicked the light on, looked at himself in the mirror.

His hair was no longer swept back- much of it had come free of its hold, dusting his forehead. And along his jaw there was a single red smear- from when Lucanis had held his face.

He turned on the tap, scrubbed at his face until the blood was gone. Water dripped from his rings when he turned the faucet off, the chain of events beginning to sink in.

Someone had attacked him. Him. Why? He couldn't fathom anyone ever finding enough issue with any of his former work to care to such an extent.

No, he couldn't have been the point. The point had to be Lucanis. He left the bathroom light on and headed down the stairs, going straight for the door. He unlocked it, threw it open, and rushed out into the night- knowing he was completely ignoring Lucanis's one request.

In the grass with the remains of the broken wine bottle was the knife the man had used. Emmrich picked it up by the handle- which still held a hint of warmth, from Lucanis's hands- and rushed back inside, shutting and re-locking the door. He bounded up the stairs, back to the bathroom, turning the sink back on and shoving the knife under the water stream. Blood splashed along the white porcelain sink, before it diluted to pink, as Emmrich shifted the blade, trying to wash all of the blood from it.

Once it was clean, he turned off the water and pressed it fingers along the flat of the blade. In the harsh bathroom light he could see the etching in the metal, could feel it under his fingertips. He hurried out, barely remembering to turn the light off, and went for his study.

He hit the light and went for his desk, opening the drawer that had held the original knife from when he'd met Lucanis, and finding it empty. He set the knife on the desk and hurried out, nearly storming into the room Lucanis had been sleeping in, previously.

He hated to step into a space designated for the other man- privacy was important- but he didn't hesitate to flick on the light head for the knife, the moment he saw it, set on the dresser.

Back to his study, and he was comparing the two. They were different sizes- the one from the previous night was a thinner blade, the handle set with a few glimmering red stones. The one from only moments ago was heavier, had a subtle curve to it, the handle felt like bone.

But the inscription… it wasn't the same. But Emmrich saw characters that matched- the same language, at least. Most likely.

He collapsed into his desk chair, both knives on the desk now, and tipped his head back, exhaling. He scrubbed his hands over his face, tapped his foot- realized in the rush he'd never bothered to remove his shoes.

He heard the sound of Manfred, jumping up onto the desk. He straightened up, noted the cat was watching him, tail flicking, his stare expectant.

"Quite right Manfred," Emmrich mumbled, mostly to himself. "It's no use to not have my head on straight. I just need to get a hold of myself." He reached out, gently scratched Manfred's chin, smiled as the cat began to purr. "Everyone has someone have a go at their life at least once, right?"

The look Manfred gave him did make him think the cat disagreed. Strongly.

Once he had calmed himself, Emmrich removed his shoes, took the time to store them back downstairs properly, before he went about turning off the lights that had been left on, through out the first floor.

Then he waited in the living room, Manfred taking up a space on his lap in the arm chair.

He wasn't sure how long Lucanis was gone- but eventually as the night drew on, Emmrich heard the low rumble of his car, returning. And then the click of keys, in the door, as locks were undone.

He was standing before the door was fully opened.

Lucanis stepped in, barely had it shut behind him, before Emmrich was leaving the living room, hurrying into the entrance way and reaching for him, holding his face gently and noting that Lucanis looked exhausted. "You're alright?" he asked, much as Lucanis had, moments after the attack.

The Crow nodded, let his eyes fall shut for just a second, moving in closer to Emmrich. "You're thinking of asking me."

"Come again?"

Lucanis opened his eyes. "You're thinking of asking me what I did with the body."

Emmrich cleared his throat. "It had crossed my mind…"

Lucanis pulled from his touch, turned and re-locked the door. He removed his boots, before saying. "It's handled. That's all you should know." He paused, before he added, with a hint of a smile. "I promise you won't need to deep clean your car."

"Oh, let us thank the Maker for small miracles." Emmrich's voice was thick with sarcasm- and unexpectedly, Lucanis laughed. The sound had Emmrich smiling. "You should come upstairs- I have the man's knife."

"You what?"

Emmrich ignored the question, turning and heading for the stairs. Lucanis followed close behind him, into his study, as Emmrich walked to the desk, nodded to both blades he'd left out. "I cleaned it off so I could examine it better- the inscription is quite similar to the one used on you previously. Not the same, mind you, but I do believe they're the same language."

"You went outside, after I told you to lock yourself inside, just to get the knife."

"Well, yes."

"Mierda." Lucanis reached up, pinched the bridge of his nose. "What if there was someone else out there, waiting?"

Emmrich folded his hands together. "Would you have left if you thought the man wasn't alone?" Lucanis's hand fell away from his face and he simply stared. "Your silence is answer enough."

"I should be so annoyed with you right now." Lucanis moved closer, got his hands on Emmrich's waist- held on, as he had, once in the kitchen- but firmer, without the threat of pulling away. "But I'm not."

Emmrich is safe.

Spite, spoken separate from Lucanis but so close. The spirit must be resting inside him.

"I am quite safe Spite. I believe we all are, for the moment." He placed his hands on Lucanis's chest, splayed them, could feel the slightly elevated beat of his heart against one palm.

"But what if you hadn't been?" Lucanis's voice was soft, pulling from a constricting throat. Emmrich opened his mouth to answer- but had nothing. He pinched his lips together as Lucanis added, "What if we had been slower, what if one thing had been different?"

He pulled Emmrich closer, so Emmrich was forced to slide his hands up over his shoulders. Their chests pressed tight together, Lucanis's hands locking at the small of Emmrich's back.

"I think," Lucanis admitted, "I might have gone mad." As he spoke, his eyes flashed- for a moment shining amethyst, Spite's subtle agreement.

"Theoretical only," Emmrich said, as he got a hand in Lucanis's hair, tangled the thick, dark locks around his fingers. "I am quite fine." And added, after a moment of pause, in a lower voice, "You can check if you like."

Lucanis surged forward, pressed his mouth to Emmrich's. The kiss was desperate, felt as if Lucanis wanted to get himself under Emmrich's skin. The older man didn't mind- he nipped playfully at Lucanis's lip, pulled at his hair to help angle him so he could kiss the Crow deeper.

Lucanis urged him back a step, and Emmrich bumped into his desk. He heard one of the knives slide slightly at the movement, before he was too distracted by Lucanis's tongue pressing along his to even care.

Lucanis slid a hand under his sweater, splayed it on his bare back. Emmrich shivered- Lucanis's skin was burning in such a perfect way. His Crow pulled back, panting softly, as Emmrich's other hand not in his hair skimmed down his side, plucked at one of his belt loops.

"There are much more comfortable places for this," he offered, "if you're willing."

Lucanis hesitated for just a moment, before he nodded. He pulled from Emmrich's touch, took a step back so that Emmrich wasn't pinned to the desk. The older man took his hand, led him from the study towards his bedroom.

He didn't bother with the light- had Lucanis barely past the door before he was tugging the younger man in for another kiss. Lucanis melted against his mouth, the eagerness still there as his hands roamed Emmrich's chest, fisted in his sweater. Lucanis was pushed tight to him, and Emmrich slipped a leg between his thighs, lost his breath as he felt the very obvious shape of the younger man's cock, pressing against him.

Lucanis whined into the kiss, pulling back, still panting, his hips rolling slightly against Emmrich's thigh. Emmrich gently tugged at the hem of his shirt, and Lucanis leaned back enough that he could grasp it, pull it up over his head and lose it in the dark of the room.

Emmrich felt his throat going tight, eyes darting to Lucanis's chest, taking in firm muscle, dark skin, the dark hair along his pecs. Gods, why was he so beautiful?

Emmrich took his hands, turned them both so that Lucanis, with only one step back, bumped against the edge of the bed. He leaned into Lucanis's neck, kissed his pulse point, the other man tipping his head, offering his neck as a gift.

Emmrich's deft fingers slipped between them, worked at Lucanis's fly as he kissed the length of his neck, before moving to his ear, pinching his earlobe between his teeth. Lucanis openly shivered, as Emmrich pulled the zipper of his pants down. He slipped a hand in, cupped Lucanis through his underwear, had the other man biting his lip, pushing against his hand. The heat alone coming off Lucanis could have left Emmrich delirious.

"What do you want, darling?"

Lucanis opened his mouth to speak, but simply swallowed down a needy noise as Emmrich continued to fondle him, the younger man's cock twitching through the fabric of his underwear with every beat of his heart. Emmrich leaned back, just enough to see Lucanis- his face was flushed, his dark eyes seeming so large, so sure and yet lost.

Lucanis licked his lips, managed in a voice that broke over only a single word. "You."

Emmrich made a feral noise, a rumble from his chest that he didn't even recognize, as he grasped at the waistband of Lucanis's underwear, tugging at them along with his pants. The Crow covered Emmrich's hands with his own, helping to push his clothing down, until it was pooled around his ankles and Emmrich was gently guiding him back, onto the bed.

He took the time to cup the back of Lucanis's head as he settled, ensure he was resting on the pillows. The man looked at him with adoring eyes, this endless dark that could have swallowed Emmrich whole and kept him locked away for an eternity.

It would have been a lovely way to go.

Emmrich's hand moved to Lucanis's shoulder, skimmed over his chest- fingers playing at his chest hair, following it down to his belly. Fingertips brushed his navel, before following the trail of dark hair to his groin- the whole while Lucanis was chewing at his lower lip, breathing hard. Emmrich was used to excitement in his partners- even if it had been quite a while- but Lucanis seemed to be raw desire and need, unrestrained and responding to every feather touch as if it had been his first.

Emmrich made a point to avoid his cock- instead let his fingertips dance towards his thighs, so he could marvel at how soft the skin of Lucanis's inner thigh was.

He had the urge to feel it between his teeth.

Before he could do more than register the thought, Lucanis reached up, wound his arms around Emmrich's neck and pulled him down, kissing him again. Emmrich nearly fell onto him, his hand having to move from Lucanis's thigh to brace on the bed, as Lucanis kissed his mouth until it was tingling, buzzing.

"You're wearing too much," the Crow managed between kisses. The bluntness of it had Emmrich pulling from the kiss, laughing as he tipped his forehead against Lucanis's.

"How very rude of me." He pulled away, carefully removing his sweater and folding it quickly, setting it on his bedside table. Lucanis pushed himself up so he was sitting, was openly staring at Emmrich.

For a moment, the older man felt a twinge of embarrassment, running through him, with the way Lucanis seemed to be so thoroughly studying him. He felt utterly drab compared to the naked man in his bed- where Lucanis had toned, lean muscle, Emmrich was slim, fine bones under pale skin with a light layer of fat and muscle. Lucanis looked like a god, and Emmrich-

Emmrich felt like a weather-worn statue, smooth and devoid of the details that made one breathtaking.

But Lucanis was looking at him with unbridled lust, eyes devouring every inch of skin, like Emmrich was in fact the god himself. And when Lucanis whispered, "more," eyes flicking down Emmrich's torso to the waist of his pants, the strange embarrassment and fear washed away.

Emmrich felt like he was the most handsome man in the world, under Lucanis's gaze.

He shed the rest of his clothing, before he climbed onto the bed, directly into Lucanis's lap. He straddled his thighs, one hand slipping between them, letting his eyes finally dart down to Lucanis's groin.

His cock was hard, rigid against his belly, leaving a smear of precum against his skin. He could see his cockhead was flushed, as it poked out form his foreskin- and when he wrapped his long fingers around his shaft, gods he felt so heavy, thick.

Lucanis tipped his head back, exhaling, fingers shaking as he gripped at the blanket beneath him. Emmrich stroked down slowly, pulling his foreskin back- the single movement causing a rush of precum to soak against Lucanis's happy trail.

Emmrich's own cock was hard, but he utterly ignored it. He was far too enraptured in the way Lucanis simply felt in his hand- and add in the little noises the man made as he began stroking slowly- it could have short circuited his mind, his entire being.

He leaned in, his other hand cupping the back of Lucanis's head, holding him steady so he could kiss him slowly. Lucanis broke to it, whimpered against Emmrich's mouth, his hands leaving the bed and grasping at the man's slim waist, holding on with bruising force.

Emmrich hoped it would bruise. It would be a lovely reminder in the morning.

He got Lucanis's lip between his teeth, tugged on it as he felt precum trickling over his fingers. "You," he whispered, "my boy, are simply soaked. Do you always get this wet?"

The flush to Lucanis's cheeks was so dark it would have been alarming, if Emmrich hadn't felt the way his cock pulsed. "You can't just say that," he mumbled, and Emmrich moved to kiss his jaw, Lucanis's beard tickling him slightly.

"Oh but I can, and I did. You left the question unanswered…"

"Does a gentleman ask that?"

Emmrich glanced at Lucanis- caught a playful glint in his eyes, the teasing tone to his voice. "I can assure you," he whispered, moving to breath directly into Lucanis's ear as he stroked faster, "I'm a gentleman- but there is no place for a gentleman between the sheets, darling."

Lucanis shivered, hips rocking up, head tipping back. Emmrich kept his head cradled in his hand to help support it, the man's breathing coming faster now. He moved back to Lucanis's neck, nipped at the warm skin, savored the salt of his sweat, his thumb rubbing up over Lucanis's frenulum, along his cockhead, smearing the pulse of precum from his slit. Lucanis groaned, squeezed his eyes shut- and then with a broken, rattled noise, his body went tight, stiff. Emmrich felt the rush of cum as his lover found release, splashing up against his thumb, running down Lucanis's shaft, over his fingers, his rings.

Lucanis was panting, as Emmrich stroked him through the orgasm, whispered little sweet nothings into his neck. He clutched tighter to the older man's waist, and Emmrich wondered what it would feel like for Lucanis to snap his very bones, bare handed.

There was a crackle to the air, and Emmrich lifted his head, caught a glimpse of amethyst between Lucanis's thick, dark lashes. The man blinked and it was gone- but it was obvious that Spite was inside him, reeling at each feeling Lucanis experienced.

Emmrich paused his hand, leaned back enough that he could lift it. Lucanis's cum clung to his fingers, his palm- and gods, he wanted to know what this man's very marrow tasted like.

He brought his hand to his mouth, ran his tongue up the side, gathering a large trail of cum, until his tongue brushed one of his rings. The bitterness burst over his tongue, salty, yet so alluring. Lucanis watched with blown eyes, before he was pulling Emmrich to him by his waist, taking his mouth as if he was dying and this was his last moment with Emmrich.

Emmrich gasped into it, surprised at the sudden movement, as Lucanis fell back onto the bed, Emmrich hunched over him. His hand pressed to Lucanis's chest out of instinct, leaving smears of cum in his chest hair as Lucanis bucked his hips up, warm skin pressing tight to Emmrich's erection.

"Can I…" Lucanis started, as Emmrich's cock dragged against his thigh.

Emmrich smiled, playfully nipped at his lip. "Not yet," he whispered, "I'm not as virile as you are, dearest. And we're not done…"

He let himself lay out between Lucanis's legs, mouthed down his chest, tongue gathering up some of the mess he'd left behind. Lucanis squirmed, arching when Emmrich let his tongue roll over one of his nipples.

"Is this alright?" Emmrich asked, kissing the bud gently. Lucanis swallowed thickly, managed a nod, and Emmrich smiled before he sucked at it gently, let his tongue roll over it as it hardened in his mouth. Lucanis bucked again- and oh, his cock was definitely still somewhat hard, refusing to calm as Emmrich continued to touch him. It slid against Emmrich's, had Emmrich grunting into Lucanis's chest. He moved to the other nipple, worrying it with the points of his teeth, as Lucanis got his hands in Emmrich's hair, undoing what little proper control there was to the strands.

Emmrich squirmed a hand between them, slid his palm over Lucanis's cock, cradled his balls for a moment to enjoy the rush of breath that left him, before his fingers slipped further, along the sensitive flesh past his balls. Lucanis bucked, a sharp of intake breath shattering the room, as Emmrich's fingers pressed against his hole, teasing it lightly.

"If this is too much," Emmrich whispered, pausing to kiss the center of the man below him's chest, "tell me. I have so many things I could do to you, my boy."

Lucanis bit his lip, didn't answer- and after a moment, when Emmrich began to withdraw, his eyes glossed over purple, before shining.

And Spite, clearly through Lucanis's mouth, "No. More. Give him. More. Give us. More."

Emmrich traced his hole, but kept the touch feather light. "Spite, I need to hear it from Lucanis as well."

Lucanis blinked, his eyes returning to their blown blackfire, and he nodded- seemed unable to form the words. Emmrich pulled away despite this- and Lucanis whined, reached for him as the man settled up on his knees, leaning over the bed.

"I'm not stopping," Emmrich promised, "not unless you ask me to." Lucanis nodded, released his hold on Emmrich's wrist, and he reached for his bedside table, pulling it open and reaching in, fingers grasping a rather full bottle.

He leaned back, set the bottle on the bed, and chose to rub his hands up along the insides of Lucanis's thighs. The skin felt like burning silk, unmarred, unscarred- and Emmrich paused, pressed his thumb against where he knew Lucanis's femoral artery would be- could feel his heart beat as his blood pumped with a fury beneath the skin.

"To feel you between my teeth…" he whispered to himself, not even realizing he had spoken- not until Lucanis groaned, spread his legs further, a whispered please. Emmrich dragged his eyes up to him- "A promise for another night," he offered, his heart stilling for a moment at the thought of other nights.

That this could be something.

He gently guided Lucanis to bend one of his legs, dig his heel into the bed. The other he pushed wide until he feared discomfort for his lover. Then, with Lucanis watching, he carefully removed the rings from one of his hands, leaning over him to pile them on the bedside table.

When he returned, he grabbed the bottle of lube, opening it and pouring an overly generous amount onto his fingers. He thought to ask Lucanis how he preferred this- would he like Emmrich to go slow, did he adapt easily to the feeling of being penetrated-

But Lucanis was just staring at him in awe, wonder, desire, pure rapture, and the words died on his tongue. He reached down, slipped his hand so his fingers could push between Lucanis's ass, trace his asshole and spread the wetness of his fingers along it.

Emmrich reached out with his other hand, splayed it on Lucanis's belly. "Inhale," he whispered, and the man did. "Exhale." As Lucanis did, Emmrich slipped a finger inside him. The breath ended in a choked whine, a gasp of shock, and Lucanis went tight around Emmrich in the first instant. Emmrich rubbed his thumb along his belly, teased the hair leading to his groin. "You're alright. Am I hurting you?"

"No." Lucanis swallowed, relaxed slightly. Emmrich moved his finger slowly, thrusting it lazily, studied Lucanis's face for discomfort. It melted quickly as he began to squirm, hips rocking, only mostly held down by the hand on his abdomen. He tipped his head back, let out a moan- and as he did, Emmrich slipped a second in. Lucanis gasped, a broken mierda leaving his lips, as his hands scrambled along the bed, searching for purchase.

Emmrich bent over him, pressed a kiss to the hollow of his ribs as Lucanis sucked in a breath. Smiling against his warm skin, Emmrich curled his fingers, taking not even another breath to find that sweet spot inside Lucanis- the moment he pressed to it Lucanis dug his shoulders into the bed, arching so forcefully he jarred Emmrich, nearly set him off balance, as he gave a sharp yet pleased cry.

Emmrich positively grinned to himself, mouthing up Lucanis's chest, continued to push at the spot. "Alright still?"

Lucanis choked, tried to lift his head- but the way Emmrich drummed his fingers inside him had him simply tossing it back. Emmrich could handle him wordless, so long as he remained easy to read.

He moved to thrusting his fingers, wanting to ensure Lucanis was comfortable. As he did the man seemed to regain some sense of his body, one hand planted firmly on the mattress as he pushed himself up, grabbed for Emmrich with the other and dragged him in for a kiss.

It was mostly Lucanis panting against his mouth, but Emmrich didn't mind. Especially when he caught the scent of ozone, and then Spite, through Lucanis's mouth, a broken yes, the sort of sound he didn't know the spirit could make.

"I can add another," he offered, "if it would make you more comfortable."

Lucanis shook his head, the flush on his cheeks running down his neck, leaving him looking thoroughly fucked out already. Emmrich moved to kiss his cheek, affectionately, before he pulled back. He gently pushed Lucanis back onto his back, watched him squirm into the pillows, as he pulled his fingers from his body.

Emmrich reached for the lube, pouring more onto his palm, before leaving it in the blankets as he stroked himself slowly. It took every ounce of control not to thrust into his fist- his body was wound tight, buzzing- but he wanted every second he could have, inside Lucanis.

Lucanis, who was watching him, lips parted, eyes intent on the movement of Emmrich's hand, studying his cock. Emmrich felt a flood of self consciousness again, hells it really had been too long since he'd been with anyone-

"Is that…" Lucanis trailed off, and Emmrich glanced down, before he simply laughed. He bared his cock in a way that Lucanis could clearly see his piercing- a curved golden rod through his urethra, the balls of the jewelry pressed flush to his pale skin, one just beneath his cockhead.

Perhaps he should have mentioned that…

Before he could speak at all, Lucanis was sitting up, reaching for him, wrapping his own fist around his overly slick cock, so he could roll his thumb over the piercing, watching with rapt attention. Emmrich bit his lip to stifle a groan, trying hard not to thrust desperately into Lucanis's hand.

He had to force himself to reach for Lucanis's shoulder, gently push him back. "Careful," he whispered, "or this will be over far too soon."

Lucanis rolled his thumb along the piercing one last time, before he stretched back out, spreading his thighs wider. There was a fresh smear of precum on his belly.

Emmrich shuffled closer, his still bejeweled hand rubbing along Lucanis's thigh, as the other held his cock steady. He slid the head against Lucanis's hole, heard him exhale in anticipation- and took that moment to slide inside.

Emmrich bowed his head, groaning, the feeling of Lucanis's muscles making just enough room for him causing the room to spin. His body was hot, his insides like the burning silk of his thighs, making Emmrich so dizzy he squeezed Lucanis's thigh in his hand.

He paused when he had Lucanis's ass nestled up to his pelvis. The man was panting lightly already- but a glance at his cock had Emmrich smirking playfully. He was fully hard again.

He reached with his bare hand, ran his palm up over his balls and teased them, before wrapping it around his cock, stroking him slowly. He felt Lucanis relax around him, mind distracted by the sensation of Emmrich's hand.

He leaned over him, hair falling against his forehead, tickling the shells of his ears, catching Lucanis's wild stare. "You're alright," Emmrich whispered, softly.

Lucanis licked his lips. "I think I'm going mad." At that he shifted the leg Emmrich wasn't holding, hooked it behind his legs, forced Emmrich to push even deeper. Lucanis groaned, head tipping back, eyelids fluttering. "It's so…"

He paused, as Emmrich rolled his thumb over his cockhead.

"Good." His eyes flashed under those lashes again, and Spite's voice echoed him, "so good."

Emmrich smiled, released his cock so he could plant a hand on the bed to steady himself, easing his hips back before thrusting into Lucanis. His lover arched, reached for Emmrich's shoulders, hands scrambling over them, onto his back. Emmrich felt his blunt nails dig in as he thrust, threatening to leave little crescent indents in his pale skin.

Emmrich felt choked, with each thrust, Lucanis's body a sort of heaven he hadn't been prepared for. And the way he was clutching at him, squirming beneath him? Looking at him with huge, blown eyes-

Emmrich kissed him, tore at his mouth with tongue and teeth in a way that was very much not gentleman-like. And Lucanis went tight around him, kissed him back in kind, dragged his nails down Emmrich's back so the older man was hissing into his mouth.

He was so torn, between kissing Lucanis and wanting to see him. After a nip to the younger man's tongue, Emmrich pulled back, arched back up again, got both his hands on Lucanis's thighs and held them open. Each movement tore a noise from his Crow's throat- a whimper, a whine, even a plea for more. He thrust harder, watched the way Lucanis's back bowed, the glorious jut of muscle and bone as his body contorted in bliss.

His own body was aching, his spine a static, seething mess. His belly and balls ached, his entire pelvis tight- but he would not come before Lucanis. Maker and dead gods, on his honor he would not.

"Lucanis," he breathed, panting now himself. The man looked at him, and Emmrich offered a hand. Lucanis took it, and Emmrich guided the hand to the man's cock, urging him to take himself in hand. Lucanis did, Emmrich's hand around his, as the older man guided him to stroke himself. Lucanis bucked his hips up into their combined fist, before driving himself down onto Emmrich, causing Emmrich to see white in the corners of his vision.

Lucanis cried out when Emmrich squeezed his hand, tightening the pressure around him. His dark lashes were wet, lips swollen from all of Emmrich's kisses, each drag of his teeth, and gods he looked beautiful.

Emmrich released his hold on Lucanis's hand, moved to grasp at his thighs and push at them, bending Lucanis slightly so he could get deeper inside him. Lucanis cried out Emmrich's name, and for a single moment Emmrich swore he was going to come, every muscle in his body going taut at the sheer desperate and yet worshiping sound of his name on Lucanis's lips.

He bit his cheek until he tasted iron, and the near bliss pushed back down.

"Lucanis," he managed, the man's name feeling like a prayer. His Crow beneath him was panting heavily, chest heaving with each breath, little noises escaping that gorgeous mouth with each thrust, each stroke of his fist. "Darling, it's alright." Emmrich jerked him back over his cock. "Let go."

Lucanis cried out, arching his back off the bed, his body clenching at Emmrich's cock as his own spurted a thick line of cum over his belly, onto his chest. Emmrich watched, utterly enraptured, swearing he had never seen a partner look so divine when they reached their release. Lucanis seemed completely unreal.

The younger man hadn't even relaxed around him when Emmrich felt his own pleasure cresting- and he groaned Lucanis's name, hung his head as he buried himself as deep as he could get in his body and finally came. The rush of sheer bliss left him breathless, his entire body humming with ecstasy. Lucanis gave a little groan over the feeling, and Emmrich dared to bow over him, seek out his mouth. Lucanis got his arms up around his neck, held on desperately as Emmrich kissed him, the two still interconnected. The kiss was hard but almost lazy- Emmrich simply wanting to have every inch of himself in contact with Lucanis.

When the angle finally caused his spine to ache too much, Emmrich pulled away, gently easing back. Lucanis bit his lip, swallowed down a hiss of breath as Emmrich left his body. Carefully, Emmrich maneuvered over Lucanis, stretched out alongside him, reaching for his cheek so he could cradle it.

His thumb rubbed over a damp streak on his cheek, and Emmrich leaned in, kissed the corner of Lucanis's eye, tongue darting to taste the salt of his euphoric tears. When he pulled back, he moved to kiss the bridge of his nose. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Lucanis managed a single shake of his head. "I don't think I'm inside my body," he admitted, and Emmrich chuckled.

"So it was alright, I take it?"

Lucanis grinned then. He pulled Emmrich in for another quick kiss, before he admitted, "The understatement of a lifetime, Emmrich. Mierda, I didn't know it would be that good…" Emmrich arched a brow, slightly confused, and Lucanis fell back to the pillows, stared up at the ceiling. After a moment of hesitation, he whispered, "I'd never…" he reached a hand up, waved it in the air, gesturing to them.

Emmrich choked. He'd hadn't realized- he hadn't even considered- "I hadn't realized…" He paused, before simply blurting out, "You're gorgeous. I just assumed you'd had an array of former lovers."

Lucanis chuckled at that, carefully rolling onto his side, so he could face Emmrich. "Only one," he admitted, "and he and I never got very far." He paused, then added, "My friend, Viago- it seemed every time he and I managed to get close Illario would interrupt."

Emmrich had to laugh at that. "Your cousin has awful timing."

"You have no idea. I half expected him to jump out of your closet while you were…" he trailed off, cleared his throat, and whispered while pointedly not looking into Emmrich's eyes, "…fucking me…"

Emmrich felt a shiver run down his spine. He pulled Lucanis closer, kissed his hair. "I am most grateful he did not. Now, if you say that again…"

"That you fucked me?"

Emmrich groaned. "Yes- that. Keep saying it and I'll have to do it again, my dear."

Lucanis perked up then, asking, "Can you?" before it was Spite who came through.

"Yes! Again. More!"

Emmrich laughed, before he paused for a moment. With a playful smile, he eased Lucanis back onto his back, carefully climbing over his leg and settling down between his legs.

"I'd need a bit more of a reprieve before I could do that," Emmrich admitted, as he grabbed the lube and poured more onto his bare fingers. "But I can most definitely make up for that."

He slipped his now slick fingers beneath Lucanis, felt little resistance as he slipped two inside him. He was still wet from being fucked, lube and cum mingling and making him feel heavenly debouched around Emmrich's fingers.

Emmrich turned, kissed Lucanis's thigh, as his lover writhed, groaning with each pump of his fingers. His mouth ghosted over the skin he had so badly wanted to bite earlier- and Emmrich gave in, dug his teeth into flesh, hard enough to leave imprints but not quite hard enough to break skin.

Lucanis howled, his body clenching around Emmrich's fingers. And then, clearly Spite, growled out, "Yes, yes! Break us, bleed us!"

Emmrich shuddered, digging his hips into the bed. Gods, maybe he wouldn't need to wait that long to take Lucanis again. He pulled off the flesh that had to be throbbing now, kissed it affectionately, before he leaned over Lucanis's pelvis, dragged his tongue up along his cock as it rested on his belly.

Lucanis choked, couldn't even finish Emmrich's name as the man took his cockhead into his mouth, toying at it with his tongue. He pressed his fingers up against Lucanis's prostate, massaging it firmly, and Lucanis squirmed, shoulders digging into the bed, hips rocking so his cock slipped deeper into Emmrich's mouth.

Emmrich took it with ease- out of practice he may have been, but he always enjoyed a lover using his mouth. His body hadn't forgotten how to relax his jaw, keep his throat at ease as Lucanis fucked his jaw with utter abandon. Emmrich's free hand rubbed the tender spot he had bitten, applying pressure occasionally and loving how Lucanis whined for him.

He dragged his tongue up along the underside of Lucanis's shaft, his mouth salty with precum, as he dared to push a third finger into him. When he did Lucanis gasped, body tensing, and he spilled over Emmrich's tongue, against his throat. He swallowed as best as he could, but gods, Lucanis filled his mouth anyway, until Emmrich was pulling off, swallowing thickly and gasping for breath, lips shiny and flushed, slightly swollen.

He pulled his fingers from Lucanis, crawled over him, accepted the kiss his Crow so eagerly gave him- Lucanis licking his own come from his mouth, groaning as Emmrich's tongue pushed at his own. "I assure you," Emmrich whispered, as he pushed Lucanis's legs apart more with one of his thighs. "The second time is far better than the first."

And the way Lucanis smiled told Emmrich he would indeed be proving that tonight. Not that he minded in the slightest- a sleepless night sounded like perfection, in that moment.

[schnuffel-danny]

My art piece for the @ecto-implosion event!

This art has an absolutely amazing accompanying fic by @moipale

Please go check the fic out! I cannot begin to express how honored I am to have a drawing of mine associated with such a wonderful piece of writing <3 I'm honestly still processing the after-shock of reading it, so go give them kudos!!!

[flying-cat]

I'm stealing a tweet but what are your media literacy check characters

[the-one-that-weeps]

Not to be annoying but I think every Tsukasa kinnie/lover needs to read "The Happy Prince and other tales" by Oscar Wilde.

You want fantastical scenarios with colourful characters? Yep.

You want a story that showcases the faults of selfishness and egoism? Right here buddy.

You want a tale about how humanity is generous by nature and genuinely likes seeing others happy and that all of your sacrifices will be repaid by love? Guess what.

[britneyshakespeare]

you: nicholas alexander chavez, the actor from ryan murphy's recent work

me, a mama's girl and daytime tv viewer:

[johnpallo]

Finally finished the last episode of The Silt Verses. I am going to walk into the sea

[theusernameiwantisntavailable]

What if I went insane about orv again

[melikes-reads]

Moritz Brenner has a type

Discuss.

[historixally-accurate]

sunrise, sunset

hi zam @hdusa

closeups? I don't know how tumblr works