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After an incredibly long week, I finally have a few days off. Hoping to be able to be here and get some writing done.
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Probably lurking more than anything. Trying to work through drafts. Hope everyone is doing well. This week has just been insane!
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Closed starter from Artem
Years he had walked and wandered the Earth. More years than had been counted in the end. Over those centuries, Artem had come across plenty and had plenty. Humans were nothing more than passing play things and a food source. A life that most would consider lonely. There were lovers, though very few could hold his attention for more than a few years at best. There had been no desire to turn a single one of them. And the old myth of vampires having fated mates, like werewolves? He hadn't put any thought or belief into it. If he was meant to have one person for him, then he would have met them early on in his life, that human life. So, in his mind there was little to worry about and little to concern himself with beyond what would and could be needed with pleasure. Focus could be placed in other areas. A fact that had granted Artem a lot of success over the years.
Now? Well, now was a time of laying low. A time of avoiding the heat that his latest ventures had brought. There were other beings out for his blood and plenty of hunters that would have loved to have the infamous Lord Kogan's head to serve up as a display of their power. How did an ancient vampire warlord and success businessman do such things? Hide in plain sight. Haunted houses, amusement parks, and all the like. It made easy work and provided plenty of victims. Humans were obsessed with the supernatural and scares, not realizing that those beings actually existed.
The soft scent was subtle, different from most humans. A little more enticing. Artem's eyes lingered on the form of the other, taking in the curves and the gentle aura that seemed to cling to them. A draw that he hadn't quite felt before. Curious. The vampire slid closer to her, hovering in the space without being known at first. Like a good employee of the park should given the time of year and expectations of scares. That close, he could enjoy the layered undertones of that scent. "A little lonely lamb wandering around for slaughter. How sweet," he finally spoke, voice low but clear.
there are things this corrupted, dead world took away from people like dylan and marcus. and there are thing it gave them. normalcy, rules, morals: they've all been changed, some removed or made redundant completely. but the loss of structure also gave them the sanctity of being together. dylan was a virgin before marcus, and she likely would've stayed that way if they both didn't indulge in the feelings that have been brewing through the stress of survival. although what they had was a little warped, blending in the wrong kind of care between lover and protector, the fact was that marcus kept her safe and he taught her things. thoroughly. things that would keep her alive, and things that would keep them touching. it's why the name rolls so easily off her tongue when she drags her hips against his, "oh, daddy." dylan hums as she nuzzles into his neck. it's a sweet little thing, the sound she makes. her banter and funny attitude seem to drip away when he has her like this, when she knows she can let her guard down and be made to feel good by the only man who has touched her like this.
"can you be inside me? please daddy?" she asks against his neck, pressing her lips against his mature skin with a little puff of air. it's then that dylan draws back enough to press a wet kiss against his lips. her tongue finding his in a slow swipe that she's learned how to do from him. dylan hums again, bucking her hips to drag her damp panties against his jeans. "i tried practicing with my fingers, but it doesn't feel the same." dylan whines, "i need you, daddy."
In these moments, there were no worries, no concerns, no thoughts of the million things that waited to be done or that could go wrong. Marcus was purely in the moment and his focus was solely on the younger woman that needed him. Just what she needed from him. There was almost nothing more simple than this. As convoluted and twisted as it had become between them to anyone looking in. A fact that barely if ever touched his mind. Even in the beginning, when it had been simple touches and soft murmurs that could barely have passed an insinuation at times. Marcus hummed and nipped softly at her lips as she pulled back from the kiss. He chuckled lowly as she talked about how her fingers couldn't match what he was able to do for her. Now, that was something that he wouldn't have minded watching. A thought for a later time given how sweetly she was asking for what she needed. No longer so shy about it, something that he savored. Hearing it coupled with experiencing it was a whole other level. Marcus pulled her tighter to him as she continued to roll her hips. His cock pressed tightly against the seam of his jeans, he shifted ever so slightly, feeling the discomfort that came from the confining pressure.
"Daddy always takes care of you, baby. Don't worry." The promise came easily, Marcus meaning every word. "Go on and get those panties off for me. Want you bare while I take you." A light slap to her ass was given as Marcus moved them both with relative ease, shifting into a seated position momentarily so that he could open his jeans at the very least and even get them down his hips. His eyes never left her form. Dark, hungry, predatory. With a practiced ease, he unzipped his jeans. A second later, his hand was wrapped around his freed cock, stroking slowly as he didn't look away from Dylan.
Abigail caught the breathy laugh from behind the mask and her big eyes popped up to meet the mask. Corners of her mouth lifted just a little, in some sort of shy smile. It was all she could look at, that mask. That emotionless face while his fingers pushed and pulled in her. There was something about letting go, feeling powerless and completely surrendering herself to him that made her feel alive. The knife to her lips as her close her eyes, keeping her mouth shut as she understood was what they expected from her. Her nose trills flared, several muffled moans falling from her plump lips. She had fully accepted him and his decision to whatever happened to her. There was nothing else she could do but be genuinely good, not making any stupid mistakes. Even if her mind told her to take the knife and run away; her body's need took over. Her eyes widened when he pulled back and pinched her clit. "Why-" she gasped as she was being spun around, hands coming up to the wall where she kept herself up. Face tipped back, resting into his shoulder while the knife curled around her throat. "Don't be gentle." - Abby mumbled, brushing her ass back up against him. Her hips swayed lightly, grinding against his hard cock while a hand came up to rest to his wrist that held the knife. Her heart was almost beating out of her chest, mind foggy and nothing but desperation written all over her face. It was a good thing he couldn't see her. A bit of pressure was applied to his wrist. "Press it harder."
Each and every action, even if it was unconscious on her end because she was enjoying the moment, made it harder to give into any desire to kill her. Arlo grinned outright as she grabbed a hold of his wrist. Not to push away. No. To pull closer. He almost, almost spoke as the demand slipped from her. Keeping her pinned with his larger frame was easy enough. The knife pressed just a little harder, letting her feel the sharpness of the blade while his other hand worked her dress up over her ass, fully exposing her to him and the night around. Through the mask, Arlo could see the signs of her arousal against her thighs, the glistening catching the barely there light. All for him. As if she was made for him, this very moment, suited for his desires. The mask pressed to the side of her head as he guided his cock to her soaked pussy. One, two, three swipes of the blunt head through the wetness in an almost teasing fashion. Another sign of the control that he had over the entire situation. Then, one sharp thrust had him buried deep, splitting her open without any other warning. Tight warmth was what greeted him. Far better than the eager mouth, though that was certainly a high ranking experience. His attention was split. The knife on her neck and the body that was eagerly accepting him. More focus was demanded now than when she had been sucking him off. Without a doubt, she would be visited again, would survive this encounter only for another to occur. Another low audible moan did slip as his hips pulled back, lazy, almost slowly to savor the drag before they slammed forward once more, seeking only his pleasure at the moment.
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Desmond had once been the sort to sleep around, bounce from partner to partner like people change their clothes. He was free to do as he pleased, when he pleased. It came from having no specific ties. Things had changed when Terror had bonded with him. There was less willingness. Less desire tk risk that sort of mistake if he couldn't keep a more firm hold of control over the symbiote. Every now and then, the desire got too strong. Seemingly partly because Terror just heightened every urge, every desire, every emotion. Maybe it was just him though trying to attribute that lack of control to the alien sharing his body. Tonight was one of those weaknesses with one of the familiar faces he had spotted around town. One he had spoken to on occasion. Ryan had a certain something that Desmond hadn't been able to ignore. The shared show had come after a long round of fucking. Eyes closed and with a waning control over Terror, Desmond slapped at Ryan's ass. The hot water kept muscles loose but also juat made both of their bodies slick, easily rubbing against one another. "Ready to go again already? Did I not fuck you well enough?" A tease. Desmond felt entirely insatiable himself.
@breakingpromises liked for a starter -> pairing: Hall and Relta
“Well, you could always join me in bed,” Relta pointed out to the handsome, older, rugby player. “I can make sure you don’t turn onto your injured side, as I’m a very light sleeper,” she offered, trying to keep it completely clinical and professional despite her wanting to off more than just medical care if they shared his bed. She didn’t care what’d be said about her, the team’s new doctor, if seen in Hal’s hotel suite for a night or two. She cared about his wound not opening up, and him not being in pain. Intrusive thoughts a nightmare, she couldn’t help but wonder how they’d address things if the rugby player got morning wood as they called it Stateside.
His brow rose as the offer was put out into the open. Now, Hal wasn't exactly a stranger to being propositioned. In fact, most of the time, he enjoyed the little play that came from it. The surprise was more because of who it was coming from. Relta was the new team doctor and while he had appreciated the expertise and the gentle care that she had treated him with, it was a little surprising that such things would be spoken. At least this soon. Even so, it wasn't off putting. There was a different appraisal of her in that moment. She was a gorgeous woman, the fact hadn't escaped the man. The sort that would turn heads on the street. And by all means, would attract his attention in a bar. He could move her with ease if he really wanted to. Slowly, a smile spread over his lips, though he remained relaxed. Confident and relaxed. Despite the insistent reminder of the wound on his side. "This a new form of medicine that I didn't know about? By all means, I am not opposed. To deny one so dedicated to their profession seems like bad taste on my end, especially given that you're our new doctor. Don't see too much reason in delaying it, since I have to be up early tomorrow. Shall we?" Hal motioned towards the little hallway that led to the bedroom. The suite was comfortable and granted plenty of privacy. Both from teammates and media.
Isaac moaned in response then pulled Artemis into a heated, hungry kiss. He kept moaning against her lips as their tongues clashed. When he pulled back, breathless, flush, and dizzy, he fondled her breasts through her top. He was incensed with lust, completely consumed by it, but he still managed to rasp, "Thank you.
"For... bringing me here. For introducing me..." He turned to face Rylie, gasping at the way she looked at him, the way she seemed poised and ready and waiting over his cock. "...to you." He reached up with a trembling hand to gently brush some hair out of Rylie's face. Resisting the urge to look away from those big, blue, piercing eyes of hers, he asked, "Is Artemis right? That's what you want? You wanna... 'put your mouth to work' on my cock?" He barely got the sentence out before losing himself to a needy groan. His cock twitched and his tip pulsated, issuing enough pre-cum for it to run down in a shiny, gossamer thread...
Rylie continued to let her hands wander and explore, sharp eyes watching the way that he interacted with Artemis and in turn the other woman interacted with him. It was an interesting bond, clearly seen by the demon. As she finished undoing his pants, her hand slipped under the fabric to brush against his cock. She could feel the way that it twitched with each rush of desire and new turn that likely was making a seemingly impossible fantasy come true. The blonde grinned, breathing deeply and slowly, letting the heady scent overwhelm and fill her. The energy was off of the scales and as patient as she could be, there was an impending urge that she was finding hard to control. As if he was the one pulling those strings and not her. But, it hardly bothered. Fingers tips trailed along the hard length before she finally freed him from the fabric.
Not quite lazy strokes were given and when Isaac finally turned his attention back to her, Rylie smiled. Sharp. The hints of her inhuman nature there. "Well, I wouldn't say I would be opposed. Is that something that you want, Isaac?" She leaned back in, peppering kisses along his neck and then down his covered chest. She was half bent but still didn't bring herself closer to where he would most want her. "You want to feel another's mouth on your cock while you play with Artemis?"
Artemis moaned softly into the chest, back arching to press her chest into his wandering hands. She gave as good as she got, the same eagerness overtaking her as she reached out, fingers carding through Isaac's hair. It took a second for her to catch her breath, a grin on her face as he spoke. Nails lightly pressed to his scalp in response. "I think you've more than earned the treat." She finally scooted closer. With her unoccupied hand, she reached out and pulled Rylie's hair back so that they both had an unobstructed view of what was about to happen. Her clothes were still in place for now, hands too occupied to be able to slip from the dress that she was wearing. Her hands on him kept her grounded, not getting too swept up that she couldn't think. She wanted to make sure that this was as pleasurable for him as possible.
Started off the day strong but struggling with a massive headache. Lurking and trying to get through drafts and memes. May try to add a few new muses.
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It seemed that there wouldn't be as much work involved as anticipated. Not that he expected there to be tremendous pushback. Bronson grinned and gave a little shrug. As gorgeous as she looked currently, even in the rather plain clothes, he couldn't help but want to see her get dolled up a bit for him. "I think we have plenty of time for you to get yourself all dolled up, sweetheart." Things had been on a precipice for the better part of a month. Bronson liked the little game, where she tried to pretend it wasn't anything that she wanted at times when really, he knew she thought about it. "I'll even give you a lift back to your place and wait for you." Just an excuse to let his hands wander a little, get more relaxed and back into a familiar rhythm.
He motioned back towards his car, having parked just down the street. The intention hadn't exactly been to ambush her when she had gotten off a shift but he didn't exactly have the best impulse control. When the thought struck, he acted on it without given too much time to whether it was a good idea or not. Not that he typically thought that he had bad ideas.
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