#v;; Verse Information

[legends-and-savages]

Verse Information:

The Rest is Classified:

Threads in this verse take place when Indie is a dinosaur

Wu's Favorite Creation:

Threads in this verse take place as a hybrid

A Rival Princess:

Threads in this verse take place in the M.onsterverse. Where Indie is a hybrid containing I.ndominus R.ex DNA and K.ing G.hidora's DNA. She was drawn to him, but didn't follow him. She has an A.lpha C.all like the other A.lpha hybrids.

Beauty Hides Teeth:

Threads in this verse take place in the G.ame of Thrones universe. Indie tends to be a bit of a loner. Much like the rest she tends to move around because people certainly talk about her. (Can take place in any era)

[thevalicemultiverse]

Tour guide at the Clown's Gallery Museum in the BABS universe pre-1997: The Egg Registry uses these painted eggs as records of the face paints of registered clowns under Clowns International, both as a method of copyright for a performer's design and to differentiate human clowns from regular domesticated clowns. Their facial markings are kept in a separate registry at the Institute of Coulrology.

Valicer In The Dark

Alice: ...one of these days we have to have a proper contest between our world and this one and see which one actually wins for being the most fucked up.

Smiler: Are the -- domesticated clown's markings also painted on eggs? Just curious.

[milleroptimism]

Nephilim Sarah verse tag.

[dutybcrne]

Thinkings thinkings of Fatui!Kaeya have been reawakened in reviewing Arle's teasers/animations

[draconicfool]

Tentative ZZZ stuff that could be subject to change but this is the very vague base thoughts. Lài Shoi-Ming, otherwise known as Eros is a member of Belobog Heavy Industries. He's their dedicated 'medic' first on the scene when somebody gets hurt, but also a little more reckless and wild than one might expect. He's an ether type anomaly unit and utilizes large robotic claws which double as grips and a functional crusher. He's of a draconic race of people and as such retains horns and a tail.

[codename-freya]

TYBW and post-TYBW Verse

Before the war but after Aizen’s imprisonment Kaisa had been in the Fifth Division. She’s the Fifth Seat, one who has a bad habit of overworking herself and drinking coffee as a meal. Under Hirako’s command Kaisa had started to flourish more than in her Sixth Division days. She’d been doing better as the Seventh Seat of the Sixth, but due to circumstances (practically being Renji’s little sister @wild-pineapple-butt ) she had transferred divisions in order to not cause him any issues of picking favorites.

Before the Quincy invasion Kaisa had been on patrol in the outer Rukon districts and followed an adjuchas into Hueco Mundo. This turned out to be a horrible mistake on her part. She hadn’t known that the Jailer Quilge Opie (@biskael) had already taken up residence there with his soldat and systematically hunting hollows and anyone who opposed him. The young soul couldn’t bear to see the cruelty and death that he brought with him and tried to stand up to him in order to try and protect those who weren’t able to protect themselves. This put her in the pathway of Quilge and he’d overwhelmed her. She had been strong, but not strong enough to fare well against him.

Kaisa fought with all her might, utilizing kido and trying to break free. Unfortunately the Jailer was much stronger than she was. He seemed to be amused by her at first but that turned into irritation quite quickly as Kaisa’s tongue continued to lash out at him as he had her restrained. She was his prisoner but the soul refused to break so easy.

The hell she went through isn’t for the faint of heart. This isn’t a full account of what she went through, but to show how she was broken down by him.

First he’d used her as target practice, shooting his arrows at her for fun and even with the screams he elicited she wouldn’t bow to him. She would not kowtow. Being used as target practice she was scarred from where some of the arrows pierced her. The two most prominent from his arrows are in separate places. One just above her right elbow in the bicep, then the other just under her ribs on her left side. There were many other scars and some more internal than physically able to be seen. Her shoulders were yanked out of their sockets due to how she was chained. Her body weight got too much as she hung there and it tore the ligaments after multiple days of it.

There was a moment she had been able to run, weak as she was, but quickly brought back by his soldat. So far, Kaisa hadn’t given in, hadn’t broken, but he made it physically impossible for her to run away again. The achilles tendon had been severed, and she couldn’t even pace the cell that he threw her in when he wasn’t enjoying himself with causing her pain.

She wasn’t the only one jailed and tortured. Far from it. There were multitudes of victims that she saw break, saw be viciously murdered. The screams haunted her then and still do after. There had been times that she prayed for death, knowing it would be easier than to continue being his prisoner, yet she was kept alive with just enough bread and water. They were scraps, but enough to keep her alive for when he decided to see if she would break and bow to him and turn on everyone she knew. She wouldn’t bend her knee or “lick his boot.” Instead, she continued to mouth off and spit at him. This caused her more pain and more torture. He was irritated with her, and even though Kaisa was scared, how she showed it was to taunt him and try to incite more rage. Part of her had been hoping it would be the final nail in her coffin. It hadn’t been though.

Every time she was thrown back in her cell, she couldn’t get the screams of the other prisoners out of her head. She couldn’t block them out. The noise of the reishi vibrating was another sound that she was unable to ignore. It was relentless and wore her down. Each day that passed, she both feared and hoped it would be her last. Her mistake in following the adjuchas, then trying to protect hollows from him, earned her a place as one of his victims.

Just as she lay there in her cell bloodied and bruised from the last torture session, she thought that it was finally her time. Kaisa almost completely given up. She was so close to either begging him to kill her or giving in and bowing to him as her new commander. It was shameful and horrible. Kaisa hated herself for it, but that was where she was. She only had two options. Death or surrender, and even though she was close to choosing death, surrender was starting to sound like the best option if she wanted to keep her life. She’d never thought that she’d be liberated from the prison, but she had. Kaisa hadn’t seen who managed it, but she was too weak to move. She didn’t know who stabilized her, who brought her back, or anything until she woke up in the intensive care unit of the Yonbantai. So many bones were broken, some shattered. She was weak and had been touch and go, much like many other soldiers within the unit. Kaisa still doesn’t really know how long she’d been a patient in the Fourth, doesn’t know how she even survived the horrors she went through. She doesn’t even believe she deserves to have lived after truly considering surrendering to their enemies.

Kaisa’s shame and hatred of herself brought her to the state she is currently in. Because of her actions and being so close to surrendering and becoming a traitor, Kaisa chopped her long blonde locks herself just under her chin. It was done as penance for what happened. She gave in, she broke. She believes wholeheartedly that she should not have survived the ordeal, that she shouldn’t have been rescued when so many people lost their lives. Kaisa was useless during the war. That is unforgivable.

Because of her feelings about what happened during the war, Kaisa has become much less stable and more self-destructive than she had been when her actions cost the lives of members of the third so long ago. She feels so much guilt for not being of any use, for even considering allowing herself to crossover to the enemy’s side. This guilt has been eating away at her, and even just being on light duty and desk duty, Kaisa finds ways to throw herself into dangerous situations. Hirako asked her if she was trying to kill herself. Maybe she is. Maybe it’s the only real way for her to be forgiven in her mind.

She’s in therapy. Hirako took her off duty until she started to get help. Weekly, she goes to Isane to discuss and work herself out. Therapy is rough. Some days are better than others. She’s still broken, still hating herself, and is haunted by her time as prisoner. She can’t sleep, can barely eat, and wants something, anything to numb her from every emotion she’s feeling. She can’t handle the emotions and wants more than anything just to stop feeling them even for a short time.

[idolbound]

In terms of a role-reversal au, in which Meredith is a mage and the First Enchanter (and @magicbound​​‘s Orsino is the Knight-Commander), some things are the same, but it does alter her character and ultimate trajectory.

Meredith’s backstory is the same; her elder sister Amelia was a mage, and when the neighbours found out and reported them to the templars, she still fell victim to the demon in the Fade, and killed their parents and 70 other people. Meredith was still saved by Ser Wentworth Kell, and taken in as an orphan of the Chantry and Templar Order. 

However, a couple years later at the age of 8, despite her desire to become a Templar, she too began showing the signs of possessing magic, and was promptly placed in the Circle. She received a full education in how to control and use her magic - unlike Amelia - and eventually, later, passed her Harrowing without question, becoming a full member of the Circle of Magi in Kirkwall. She specializes in frost magic, and the irony of this is not lost on her.

Growing up under Chantry teachings, she truly believes that Mages need to be educated and trained properly to prevent harm to themselves and unto others, as well as being weary of what lies in the Fade. In her young years, she manages to gather a following of support for these beliefs, harboring resentment for apostates and those who try to flee the Circle as it gives Templars ammunition against them all.

She tells the story of her sister frequently, and most of her brethren know her background and why she believes the way she does; many young mages are vulnerable to demons and lack the fine tuned control of their magic. In some ways she cares, but in others, her heart remains like the ice she casts; cold and aloof. 

Eventually, Meredith rose through the ranks of the Circle, respected for the hard choice of following into strict routines and lesson plans, hoping to avoid further incidents among their ranks with the templars. Eventually, with her high charisma and proven leadership abilities, she became First Enchanter, setting her sights on continuing to protect those who respect the Circle’s hierarchy, while attempting to work with the Templars to keep the peace. Many a time her rules and attempts to solely control the Gallows results in arguments with Knight-Commander Orsino, becoming ugly and almost violent in nature, often times intervened by the Grand Cleric or the Knight-Captain. 

Her system of rules and laws favours education most, but holds rigid punitive measures for those who strike out against them. She is also aware of the injustices that templars bring upon them, and will advocate for those under her care, so long as they follow the rules. But, she does not play favourites, and does not really know many of the younger people taken in to the Circle; she is as cold and distant as the rules claim, but in this case, it is to avoid heartbreak and reliving her traumatic past.

She dresses primarily in Chantry coloured robes of navy, red, and gold, and her hair is usually braided back. Her staff is long and silver-coloured, with a white-crystal embedded at the top and fastened together with white leather.

All in all, Meredith still wants power for herself to be in total control of the Gallows and the mages within it, to protect themselves from one another and the abuses of templars. However, as things begin to get worse, after her only friend Elsa was made tranquil, her paranoia rears its ugly head and makes her believe that her mages are going to betray her, that becoming a maleficarum is like a disease, and she will lose control and support of the Gallows. 

In the end, after Anders explodes the Chantry and during the Rite of Annulment, despite her very inspirational speech to the mages, Meredith loses out to her inner demons, so to speak, and becomes a victim to the Fade, just like her sister, becoming an Abomination that Hawke and their companions must stop. In the end, however, her body becomes petrified in stone the shape of a screaming woman, left behind in a locked portion of the Gallows.

While the rumours could never be confirmed, some say First Enchanter Meredith Stannard partook in what would later be discovered as red lyrium. They are unsure of the reasons why, but some believe she was desperate to keep control of the Circle on her own terms, over the Templars and Knight-Commander. 

[aworldofyou]

If You Want War, Give Me An Excuse: Twilight 002

     John E. Wanahton is a loyal member of the Yankton Circle, a pack the exists in the Western parts of the United States. They are part of the Sioux Nation, and like their old ways they exist as seven packs. Seven packs to seven nations. Seven packs to honor the respective Seven Council Fires that are pulled from the very roots of their existence. Their origin is unknown, but history of what has survived has been passed down generation to generation of the elder wolves. And according to their own tales, their history spans back to the great War Chiefs of the Old Ways. And like then, they existed as they always had: in the shadows. With secrest not to be spoken of except for the knowledgeable few.

      John and his girlfriend - and imprinted mate, Anne, ( @paddyfuck ) shows up to Forks, Washington and the Quileute Indian Reservation on a trip to investigate the big number of deaths and disappearances that had started to rise up in Seattle. The rumors had reach farther east, into the Plains of the Great West where whispers had told the Great Elders that something else was going on. Something to be concerned about, that there might be a great number of pale faces gathering. And to protect their own territories, their own people, and see if this threat would come further inland. And so as he comes to break bread with the Pack of the area, he was told only two tings. One, the pack here tolerates a band of pale faces - and two, their Alpha was Sam Uley. And he would know if this was a threat that would require the strongest of the Great Plains to follow suit to war against the dead ones once again.

        Only an unexpected thing happened; and through their journey investigating his once human mate. Shifts. Discovering that she has the wolf gene - through her Irish blood.

[arc-77]

@raehs from THINGS DONE WHILE SPARRING/FIGHTING

[ UP ]:     sender extends a hand to the fallen receiver to help them to their feet after a sparring match.

Fordo takes her hand, pulling himself up onto his knees before rising to his full six-and-a-half foot height. He isn't sure if he's truly surprised by this outcome. Maybe his heart wasn't in this fight, maybe he didn't feel the need to prove what he already knew. Maybe he was still assessing the young Jedi's ability, looking for exploitable gaps in her defense.

Or maybe he was just past his fighting prime, finally feeling the effects of the aging he's been putting off for far too long.

"Not bad, kid. Never seen anyone pull a move like that before... guess I haven't been keeping up with the latest treatises."

[legends-and-savages]

Just Keep Getting Up:

Threads in this verse take place during the time of the time between the end of the series and the movie.  It deviates from the end of the movie.  D.erek did help hold him yes, but once P.arrish had a hold he released.  He and E.li stayed in B.eacon Hills with D.erek as an A.lpha.

[thevalicemultiverse]

Fact Core: Shapeshifters becoming Embraced will depend on the breed.  Garou, Ajaba, Bastet, Gurahl, Ratkin, and Rokea may all become vampires, although Ratkin decay like normal corpses and Rokea immediately go insane. However, they lose Gnosis whenever they violate their tenets unless they submit to the Wyrm. If they lose all of their Gnosis, they become little more than animals. An Embrace of an Ananasi, Camazotz, Grondr, Nagah, or Nuwisha simply fail.  Corax and Mokole die at sunrise regardless of if they are hidden from it, although Mokole will go insane like the Rokea do. Kitsune will immediately burst into flames when Embraced, which may kill the attempted sire.

Alice: ...thank you for that. I don't suppose you have any facts on how I can solve this bloody laser puzzle, do you?

[clochanamarc]

Smash or pass uwu

     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

" smash! although, i'm sure you had that one figured out already. unless you didn't, in which case... now you know! "

[lunarruled]

Ooc: This is what Kyleigh helps to do in her wrestling verse. As well as work on the vehicles (both for the company and the talent), help out backstage, and run errands.

[bailesona]

okayokayokay SO!!! let me see if i can describe the grishaverse verse for the entire multi.

instead of stanley's diner, the business is now a tavern in ketterdam called the candlewick.

richard, formerly of a very wealthy merchant family in east kerch, met, fell in love with, and married stanley, a self-proclaimed "wanderer" of many places and many homes who found himself so besotted with richard, that he decided to make richard's arms his final home.

tying into aisling's grishaverse verse, they owned a small building directly beside the pile of wood and brick that would soon become the candlewick. they adopted and raised four boys in that time; henri, nathan, etienne and ramsay. together, they operated a small bakery and coffee shop that served primarily sailors who brought goods into the island.

enter aisling, victor, elena and eli.

they've travelled from the opposite end of kerch to ketterdam with a sizable pile of money to secure them either a modest life hidden above a laundry house, or to spend in one instalment on said pile of wood and brick next to stanley and richard's humble abode.

now a number of things begin to happen.

upon purchasing the candlewick, nathan and etienne decide to help set things up with aisling and the kids. at this point, elena's estranged uncle daniel (who along with aisling knows he's her uncle, but elena doesn't know) arrives in from ravka, and decides to help his niece in whatever way he can. he decides to stay and help set up the candlewick.

a young singer, renée, arrives shortly after the candlewick begins to look respectable. in exchange for singing at the tavern, she will also bring in two girls who have been sharing a tiny cramped bedroom with her in their former lodgings, and they will work in exchange for a place to stay. renée, rani and bella inspire aisling to create additional rooms in the tavern and turn it into an inn as well as a tavern.

richard, stanley and the four men have, at this point, spent so much time helping with the candlewick that they lack interest in returning to serve more black coffee and rye loaves to the sailors. aisling signs a contract with richard that enables them to merge the two buildings.

now the kids arrive. tina and tim are orphans who possess excellent talents that will be wasted if the owner of their orphanage has their way and sends them to join the army when they age out. they escape to ketterdam with three others, two of which are grisha; gabriela is a heartrender, andrew is a squaller. sam is not grisha. i'll make a post abt this later, i like backstories!

as they arrive and explain their statuses as fugitives, aisling and the adults, including aisling's fiancé eoin, decide to use the addition space to install secret tunnels and passages within the walls and floors of the tavern that lead to three secret exits; one leads to three boats beneath the tavern in the docks, another leads to the opposite side of the tavern, and the third goes to the roof, where a series of bridges and wires lead to the various rooftops in the surrounding area.

when eoin is killed indirectly by his former employer, pek.ka rol.lins, aisling's grief leads to another decision on behalf of the squad. they have become a gang. not using violence or blackmail, but rather by using their statuses as the owners of a nice tavern with good food, a brilliant entertainer, and rooms that are fit for royalty. nobody will suspect them of gathering and utilising secrets shared by drunk or overly chatty men and woman and folks at the bar. nobody will learn that they file these facts away to aid with future crimes.

the gang is named the ashes, and in eoin's memory, one of pranks and petty revenge, they use their profits to purchase enough land surrounding and including parts of the docks to install an outdoor dining area, a play area for the kids, and a small local market for vendors who wish to cater to the sailors and fishermen who flock that stretch.

as a result, this has instigated something of an on-going, simmering tension between the two gangs. but aisling refuses to let it go further than this for now. after all, they've lost more than enough as it is.

[reiderwriter]

🕯 Ring of Fire 🕯

Pairing: sub!Spencer Reid x dom!Female reader

For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge (sort of lol)

Requested: could you do glasses sub!spencer realizing he has a wax play kink? yk maybe reader accidentally spills her wax melt off her desk at work and it goes on to spencer making him realize he’s into it so the next day he picks up sex wax and he asks her to do it when they get home?

Warnings: BDSM themes, standard case details mentioned, temperature play, wax play, dry humping, thigh riding, hand job, penetrative sex (p in v), overstimulation, implied cream pie, choking, mentions of rope play, sub!Spencer and dom!reader, dumbification/bimbofication.

A/N: This one was just for fun. I literally already crossed off the free space. This is just for shits and giggles. Well. Enjoy?

Masterlist || Bingo Board

“So you're telling me our vic was turned into a candle?” Morgan mused from the corner of the room, frowning down at the new body in front of him. Or at least where the body had been a half hour ago, the only sign remaining being the errant drops of wax strewn about the bed and the caution tape closing your entire crew into the room. 

“Not exactly,” Emily said from the other corner, pulling up a pair of fluffy handcuffs with a pen from her jacket and dropping it into the evidence bag JJ held out to her. 

“So a kinky candle, got it,” you smiled, looking over at the other goodies Emily had uncovered. 

“Morgan, those candles, can you check what kind of wax they are?” Spencer said from the corner, looking up with that look on his face. Half curious, half flipping through the deck of index cards he had stored in the filing cabinet of his brain, looking for the right piece of information. He pushed his glasses up his nose and stared intently over at Morgan, waiting for his answer.

“It says they're organic beeswax candles.”

“There's also some soy candles stored here in the closer, Spencer,” JJ pointed out, waiting, as you all were, for his brain to click the right information into place. 

“The victim seems obviously well versed in BDSM. He seems to be a seasoned submissive, but…” 

“But what?” You asked, trying to distract yourself from the excitement the words submissive coming from Spencer created in you. 

“The melting point of beeswax is 143-149° Fahrenheit. It's unsafe for temperature play, and it would have caused intense pain if not second or third-degree burns on his body. That's why he has the soy candles. Their melting point is as low as 114°. Those are the candles he was expecting.”

The shared looks around the room said that you were all contemplating the implications of his rambling. 

“So that candle isn't part of his collection, but something the unsub bought himself,” Hotch concluded for the team. “Good work, Spencer.”

The room cleared quickly after that, with each team member assigned different roles and tasks to keep the momentum going until it was just you and Spencer left, searching for anything else that could be helpful. He had a keen eye, and you… well, you were great at directing him. 

“That was clever,” you said, pulling on your rubber gloves and getting to work rooting through the kink closet. “With the wax.”

“Thanks,” he said, and something aching and feminine crushed through you as you noted the small stammer in his voice, the hesitant blush on his cheeks.

“You have such a lot of knowledge up there,” you said, tapping your forehead, so he could get the full picture, making sure you had his attention before you dropped to your knees and started your searching. 

“Hmm?” He said, and you knew he wasn't listening anymore. His eyes had glazed over behind those glasses, and even the glare in them couldn't hide that his gaze was entirely on you.

Spencer had always been sharp as a whistle, thinking too much for his own good. Until you had crawled into his bed that first time and convinced him that giving up thinking altogether really was for the best. 

Since then, it really hadn't been all that hard to convince him to turn it off and release that stress. 

“You know a lot about wax, is all,” you said, shrugging him off with a bored look and not bothering to look back at him. You knew that you'd just see a man desperate for your attention staring back at you anyway. 

“It seems like you had experience.”

“Ah, um, no, ahem,” he squeaked, clearing his throat quickly. “No…experience, I just... read about it once?” He was so nervous, he seemed suddenly so unsure of himself.

You finally smiled up at him from your place on the floor, watching him move around trinkets on the victims desk before looking back at you. 

“Good,” you said and stood up, confident that his eyes and thoughts wouldn't leave you now. 

“But if you ever find yourself curious, you know where I’ll be.”

You weren't expecting him to accept your invitation quickly. You'd admitted to yourself that anything remotely case related quite so soon was probably in poor taste. One case opened and closed and then another, and you'd fucked him in countless motel beds and against various walls before he mentioned it again. 

But there came a knock at your door one night, and you knew. 

“Spencer,” you said, smiling as innocently as you could, a little breathy from the quick sprint over to the front door of your apartment. 

“Hi.”

“Hello,” you said, eyes tracing down his body to the traces of fatigue scattered across his body. The shirt sleeves pushed haphazardly up to his elbows, the tie undone, the shirt crumpled. You grinned harder as you saw the bag in his hand. 

“I… I thought we could..”

You softly grabbed his tie and walked back into your apartment, pulling him along with you as he still struggled to find the right words. 

“You thought we could try something new?” You asked. He nodded.

“Is the something new in that bag?” You asked. He nodded again. 

“Is that something new going to make your big cock nice and hard for me?” You asked. He blushed a fierce red and nodded again, as you stepped forward and started stroking him over his pants. 

“You know I want to hear your voice, Spencer. You need to be a good boy or we can't play with your nice new toy.”

“Y-Yes.�� He said, eyes already squeezing shut in pleasure as you pressed against him, free hand wrestling his bag from his grip. 

“On the bed. Shirt off, pants off. Leave your underwear on for now, and don't you dare start without me,” you ordered and he quickly ran to obey your orders. After all, he already knew what happened when he didn't listen nicely. 

"Oh, and Spencer?" You said as he paused in the doorway. "Keep the glasses on."

You grabbed the candle out of the bag, finding the box of matches you kept in your kitchen drawers, and stepped out of your own clothes before joining him, the red set you'd donned that day being more than sufficient for teasing him. 

“Look at you, so pathetic for me,” you giggled, as you climbed over him, straddling his thighs as you lit the candle, making sure to avoid his crotch, to avoid giving him any accidental pleasure. 

“Y/N,” he whimpered, hands strewn up above his head, tangling in the sheets. He was so very used to not being able to touch that you didn't even need to tie him up these days. 

As you ground down into his thighs, effectively riding him and pleasuring yourself, he moaned and shook beneath you, the pressure of restraining himself almost unbearable. Almost.

You knew his limits, and he knew his safe word. 

“I think it's ready, my sweet. Shall we sate your curiosity?”

“Yes, yes, please, Y/N,” he whined, as your hand finally found its way to his cock again. 

You held the candle just above his stomach and let a single drop flow out, landing on his abdomen. He twitched and arched his back up, thrusting his cock further into your hand. 

You did it again, and his moans were electric as you rubbed your pussy against him harder, needier than before. 

You covered his stomach and chest in the hot wax as he fucked your hand, your fingers pushing under his underwear to grip his cock, letting him hiss at the skin to skin contact with each spasm.

“Good boy,” you said, but your heart wasn't in it. You were too taken with him, his cute sharp face, his rounded glasses, his lips spread in a delicious moan. You were too desperate for him to truly tease him at that point. You needed your pleasure as well. 

Already soaked from his sounds and his strong thigh, you pushed your red panties to the side and dropped yourself down onto his cock. The only thing stabilizing you at that moment was the hand that had slipped to his neck, your other too busy making sure the candle was upright as you pushed up and down on him, desperate to not ruin your sheets with wax. 

They were already sure to be soaked through after this, but you'd washed cum out of them before. You weren't sure you'd be able to wash hard wax out. 

You took your pleasure in him as he continued to thrust up into you, like an animal in heat that is simply desperate for any release it can get. 

With the wax still hot, you pushed upright and let it drip on him again. 

“Fuck, Y/N…”

“How does it feel?” 

“H-hot. And good. Really good.” He winced, hands covering his face as he held back his orgasm, knowing you gave the orders.

You yourself felt hot. You felt good. And, most importantly, you felt curious. 

“S-Spencer,” you said, leaning down so your lips were practically kissing just below his ear. 

“I want you to burn me.” 

His eyes shot open, his hands racing to cup your ass cheeks as he stilled himself, forcing air in and out of his lungs. 

You put the candle on the nightstand and rolled onto your back, bringing him with you until your legs were wrapped around his waist and his head was pressed between your breasts, aa if startled by the movement and seeking comfort.  

His cock twitched inside you again and you were sure you were close. You just needed to feel him again. 

“Show me, Spencer. Show me what it was that made you so desperate to cum for me,” you whispered, pushing your hips up to meet his, urging him to move. 

Steadily, his hand reached out for the candle and he held it in his hands, moving back to a kneeling position as he got ready to use it. 

You sat yourself up on your elbows and watched as he pushed into you, one hand on your hip, and finally, agonizingly slowly, sent a single drip towards the tops of your breasts. 

“FUCK,” you screamed, grabbing his hand on your hip as you threw your head back onto the pillow. 

It was hot. It was so hot you thought for sure it'd burn right through you, but it felt good. 

You looked to the wax on your breast as he let another drip fall out and decorate the other. 

Your hips twitched, you pushed upwards and you came on his cock, whimpering and moaning just like he had done earlier.

“Good job�� Good boy,” you panted as he let another drip go, never content to leave you with just a single orgasm if he himself hadn't cum yet. 

He thrust harder and harder as he put the candle down, pushing his nose into the crook of your neck and nuzzling in there. His glasses were an uncomfortable weight at your shoulder blade, but you welcomed the pain.

“Thank you,” he repeated, again and again, until you were certain it was the only thing he could remember, his hands tracing the bumps of wax over your body. 

You did the same, stroking his stomach as you grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to you. 

He came with a grunt, and you pushed him onto your back and rode out his orgasm as you chased your second, letting it crash through you moments later. 

Collapsing onto his chest, you let his hands wrap around you, pulling you in, ever as you were aware of the uncomfortable notches of hard wax decorating both of you. 

“Soy wax, right?” You asked, catching your breath. He nodded. 

“It washes off, right?” You asked. He nodded, blinking his eyes open again and staring at you quickly. 

He sealed your mouth against his ans held you tenderly there for a second before pulling you up into a sitting position, cock still warmed in your cunt. 

“We should go and find that out,” he said, shyly nodding towards your bathroom as you smiled and grinned straight back at him. 

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His lip curled at Bella's immediate advisory to eat more. As if to spite her, he lifted his burger and took a large bite out of it before letting his gaze meet hers again as he chewed. It wasn't like food didn't do anything for him, but there was certainly a second hunger. His hunger for flesh was far removed from his hunger for regular human sustenance. Both were needs, though one was a little greater than the other and yet most neglected in favour of not making other people suffer.

A shake of xyr head when she asked about the curse xe mentioned. Honestly, xe didn't know how xe had ended up this way. The minute xe had teeth as a child xe had become a bit of a problem, but it wasn't until xe reached xyr teen years that it all finally came tumbling out. Xe swallowed hard, brows furrowed deeply. Just thinking about that time in xyr life made xyr stomach churn. Pursing xyr lips a little in discomfort, xe glanced out the window again.

"I don't know what it is, but I think I was born with it," they explained simply, fingertips tapping anxiously against the tablecloth. Their burger had been once again all but forgotten on their plate. A deep sigh. "I've had that hunger for as long as I can remember. My earliest memory is going home early after biting a kid at school hard enough to draw blood, tear flesh." They grimaced just thinking about it. What kind of sick, twisted individual tried to eat another child.

Shoulders tensed, shaking his head when she expressed her frustration with his assumption. She was right, of course. He was deflecting. Trying not to carry the pain of being a killer all on his own. It didn't help that the flesh he ate had to still be fresh. Usually that meant eating people while they were still alive, even if just barely. It couldn't be dead flesh. No, he learned the hard way that dead flesh was nearly as bad as eating raw chicken.

"You're right. I just know what I know about vampires and I don't think I've ever thought of a non-murderous vampire. You didn't exactly say that you didn't enjoy taking advantage of humans when I mentioned it either." Again, deflecting. He didn't like to apologize. It was a hard thing to do. Maybe it was pride, but more likely it was the innate desire to not feel any less than he already felt all the time.

"But it's interesting to me you don't...kill. What's that look like, then? If you don't mind me asking... Seems mighty convenient that you don't have to kill anybody to get what you need."

"You should eat more often," Is the first thing Bella advises. It might sound like she's being facetious, but she's being completely serious. Her own methods of feeding get a lot more dangerous if she leaves it too long - her control slips in the face of her wants, and she imagines it's much the same for him.

Another part of her wonders if it has to be human flesh that he eats - her own will grow back, if taken, so maybe that's a workaround to alleviate some of the guilt he so clearly feels. But here on a train is not the place to find that out, since she'll still bleed and would prefer to keep all of that inside.

Still, a flesh eater that wasn't dead and reanimated? It's not anything she'd ever heard of either - not that she was an expert on the subject. 350 years on and there were always new things to discover, like this. "Were you turned? Or were you actually cursed?" Her questions are probably insensitive, but she's curious. "How long have you been this way?"

But then-

"Hey, don't go labelling other people killers just because you don't want to be one." The insult has her nose in the air, tone snooty. "I don't do that anymore, thankyou." Not for the sanctimonious reasons she seems to be implying, but more out of laziness and self-preservation. Still, the moral upper hand is the moral upper hand.