IT LURKS.

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ALEC:

      it was hard to deny the beauty of alec’s idyllic little life on the farm. it was not what he had ever anticipated for himself, and yet he could feel a sense of belonging and homeliness settling about the farm and his new home. admittedly, he had been terrified when he was faced with this new life. of course he’d had an abundance of affection for all those in their little town, nestled in the south. it was simply a part of him. anyone could count on a kind smile from alec. even when the agreement was made between their parents alec was unbothered. antonin had always been good to him; it wasn’t until the hulking figure pulled up outside of the farmhouse, a mountain of a man heading straight for him that the reality settled in for alec. not only was he disarmed by antonin’s change, but it was then that he realized the immediacy of their relationship and therefore the intimacy. he had always thought himself a good christian boy and yet now he could feel the expectation that he consummate soon. it was unsettled, a bit frightening even with antonin’s figure. and yet with each passing day he found a new way to love his new partner, to trust him. when he felt those bulging arms wrap around his slender frame and the lips pressing against his neck he still shuddered so slightly with the uncommon wave of pleasure. the smile on his face was sincere as he turned his head to face the man behind him. “i thought you might enjoy a proper breakfast after your work.” alec’s eyes were filled with desperation for antonin to like his surprise or give him any indication that he was on the right track. he’d certainly at least hoped that he had made enough to feed the brutish man. “i’m learning to wake up a bit earlier – so i can do this for you every morning. i wasn’t sure what was your favorite so i just made a bit of everything.” he admitted sheepishly, a blush coloring his cheeks as he nervously bit his lip.

          antonin had his days where he felt little-to-no pain, then there were days when the pain SHOCKED him. today he was having a day of mild pain, having been walking around in the crops on his prosthetic since sunrise. at first he had seen his wound from that damned war as embarrassing and as a struggle, but he got used to not having a part of himself anymore and he came to terms with that. he was wary of what alec might’ve thought, but it didn’t seem to make him love the man any less. after all, it didn’t change his performance much now, except when he was working and it got a little painful, then he’d have to take a seat and relax till the pain had subsided. however, his wound did worry him for the future of their farm, which was the primary source of income for them. soon, he might have to hire some help, or possibly if they had a kid he could teach him or her the basics so that they would know what to do when the time came. he kissed alec’s lips gently, raising his chin with a large hand to face him. ‘ thanks, darlin’. ‘ his accent was a hybrid between a southern drawl and a thick russian tone, having been an immigrant who picked up on the southern dialect. he took a seat at the table, lit a cigarette, and began to place several different food items onto his plate, at least a little of everything. he scooted in towards the table and reached out for alec’s hand. ‘ won’t ya have breakfast with me? there are a few things we need to talk about. ‘ he smiled as to show him it wasn’t anything dire, then kissed his knuckles gently before he began to eat. 

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MY REASON FOR BREATHING:

       the simple fact that alec could feel ant opening up to him, showing that rare soft side that only he’d ever witnessed caused the tear to spill from alec’s eye with a confusing mix of sadness and comfort. he was once more reassured by the tightened grip about his hips, his own slender arms slipping about antonin’s own larger ones where they rest at his waist. he even managed a weak, weepy little laugh and a hint of a smile at the mention of their firecracker of a daughter. it was true; he had worried just the same for all three of them. what was to say this was no more than a freak accident, an unfair statistic? with the touch of the other’s rough hands to the soft skin of his stomach, the way he so easily reminded alec of his place in the world beside antonin, he was coming alive once more. he felt healed almost. most surprising of all was the previously absent flare of lust he felt at the swiping of the other’s tongue through his mouth, bringing with it a delicate moan just loud enough for the two of them to hear. he couldn’t help but smile when he spoke once more, even as they kissed.

despite leaning in eagerly to share in their long lost affection, alec forced himself to pull back when he rediscovered his voice. “i’m going to have another.” even alec was surprised by the volume and the certainty in his voice. though he had meant it, he was shocked by his ability to say so, to sound so animated again. but he forged onward. “i don’t care if it kills me. i want to give you another child. and if it doesn’t i’ll give you as many as you want. i’ve never felt more destined to be anything than the bearer of our children, and your husband.” alec knew his words might sound too intense, too forward for his volatile state, but he wanted ant to understand. his hand rose to the other’s jaw, thumb brushing against his lips. “i want this. when i’m ready.” once more alec dipped his head forward, pressing his lips deeply against the other’s. he needed to know just how serious alec was.

          little did antonin know, he would have many more children come into the world in the years to come. he had expected them to stop after the miscarriage and MAYBE —— maybe —— have one more. but soon, he would have a houseful. he had grown up in a household with a single father who believed that one of the key aspects of life was to reproduce. he PREACHED to his sons that they should have kids until their partners couldn’t or didn’t want to anymore. antonin dreamed of having at least four or five; not because of his father’s words, but because his offspring were the better parts of him, brought out the better in him, &. not to mention he loved the feeling of taking care of his family, albeit in an illegal way. it still counted. their beautiful and lusty kiss was broken by alec, who looked as if he had something to say by the way his blue eyes widened slightly. 

          stubbly jaw slacked open as antonin pulled out a cigarette, still listening intently to his husband. the menthol stick was pressed between his pink lips, then he ignited his sleek matte bic lighter and ignited it, firing it on the end of his cigarette. instantly, he inhaled, and the words alec said took him aback. bringing his cigarette down between two long fingers, his jaw slacked back open. ‘ are you serious, m’love? ‘ ant questioned, his heart beginning to race. ‘ i-i don’t know what to say— you know i’d have kids with you till we couldn’t anymore. i don’t want you getting hurt, let’s just... plan this out... we can go to a fertility doctor for you and make sure everything’s good before we act on it, yes? and i won’t rush you until you’re ready. ‘ another drag, another cloud of smoke exhaled from his nose.

          antonin held his cigarette to the side, kissing him passionately. he had gotten so into it, that his hand had found it’s way to the back of alec’s neck, holding his plump pink lips against his own. the larger of the duo’s lips crept into a smile despite that they were held in a kiss. he could hear anya a couple feet away playing jump-rope with a couple of other kids &. a few sparrows chirping in the tree above them. life was beautiful. it was dark and it was sad and sometimes it could rip your heart straight out and stomp all over it, but it was beautiful.

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ever since alec had been born, antonin had felt a particular sense of PROTECTION over him. yes, there had been small fights and arguments as brothers usually did, but antonin NEVER let anyone mess with alec. in elementary school, when antonin was in the 5th grade and alec in the 3rd, he could recall that bowers boy messing with alec and antonin beating him to a bloody pulp after school. much like his parents time, they lived in a fairly good neighborhood where kids could roam freely &. get to experience the joys of being a kid, like playing in the mud, floating down the river, having fake gunfights. but as they got older now, the nurturing love he felt for his brother had transitioned into true love, like the love a man would feel for his wife. the love that started as a small feeling in the pit of his stomach and transformed into something that completely consumed his being, his mind, his marrow… they had been inseparable, going through the ringers of life together and just a couple of years apart at that. antonin had lost interest in many things as he got older, trading out playing in the dirt for playing videogames for hours on end and having gunfights for smoking cigarettes. he didn’t have many friends and he loved skipping school. he also loved running track and he was a very hygienic person, he just had lots of trouble with organization. his room was constantly messy, with clothes and such scattered about the floor &. his bed was never made- which usually meant a screaming match with his mother in which he never won. his walls were lined with posters of muscle cars and family photos, and, on his closet door, a picture of a blonde girl in a bright red bikini. his mother always rolled her eyes when she saw it. on that night before his parents had gotten home from work, he had completed his homework and was sitting with his long, bare legs draped over the side of the bed, toes barely touching the hardwood floor. his basketball shorts and underwear were down around his ankles. he had his semi-hard in one hand with his laptop sitting on the bed directly beside him, shamelessly watching and listening to two older servicing a younger guy. with his other hand, he wrapped it around his shaft parallel to the other and began to stroke himself at a quick pace. he hadn’t bothered to shut and lock his door, thinking his brother would be sleeping or doing homework, and was oblivious that the door had been opened until he was nearing his orgasm. his skin reddened and searched for the nearest thing to cover himself up, which just so happened to be a pillow. ‘ o-oh my god, alec… haven’t you ever heard of knocking, brother? ‘ // @prxttybxys

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MY SWEET BABY:

alec found himself watching silently as they continued through the city. his voice was recently rediscovered but it was rare that he found a singular coherent thought swimming through the chaos in his head. it wasn’t until he found himself being pulled into ant’s lap, still quite unsure how he came to be sitting beside him, that he felt he was coming alive again. the color returned to the world for a moment and he focused on the sound of his daughter’s playing as his anchor. the simple feeling of ant’s arms about his waist was enough to bring a lazy flittering to his chest as he faintly remembered the feeling of their love. it was still there, same as always, but it was buried beneath his grief, frozen beneath a glacier that filled his recently emptied womb. it was antonin’s affection and the sight of their healthy, thriving little girl that brought him back. 

“i don’t know how i didn’t know.” alec’s voice was hardly above a whisper. a strong enough breeze could drown it out, but he found his strength once more as his finger circled the rough skin of ant’s hand. “well – i knew something was wrong. i was so worried, so paranoid. i couldn’t sleep, it didn’t feel right.” deep blue eyes turned to find antonin’s as they fogged over with the memory of past weeks. “i didn’t want to worry you, and i thought it was nothing. i just wish…” the younger male paused as he searched for the words, lips busying themselves by pressing against the stubbled jaw of the only man he had ever truly loved enough to undergo such a terrible fate alongside. “i wish i was strong like you.” he murmured, words and lips bruising against the russian’s chin. 

as if searching for air in the crowded room, alec tilted his face upwards,pressing his lips desperately to his lover’s, all his emotion propelling him to lean more heavily against antonin’s broad chest.

          all antonin knew to do was comfort him here in this park; he would be the best husband he could be in this hard time. it had weighed on his mind like a ton of bricks but he knew the connection between alec and their child had to be one that was a lot more closely knitted than antonin to the child. he had cried &. declared that he’d always love his baby, and it wasn’t that easy for alec. as anya ran and played, and had acquainted herself with someone’s group of kids which just so happened to be all boys, now was as perfect a time as ever to get some things off their chests. see, antonin was a statue. he was a thunderstorm that never rained. a tightly locked box with a series of puzzles, codes, and locks needed to be cracked and unlocked in order for it to be opened. he dealt with feelings but not very openly. alec was the ONLY person he’d ever cried in front of. when his emotions were a fire, he would always be waiting to stamp it out. being there for alec was something he felt OBLIGATED to do. he could deal with his own on his own time, but being there for alec delivered to him a peace of mind.

          ‘ oh, baby, i know you didn’t know… the doctors said there was nothing you could do to stop it. ‘ antonin’s grip tightened around alec’s waist. ‘ мой сладкий, сладкий ребенок, sometimes our intuition isn’t right, i mean, you worried like that when you were pregnant with anya, and she turned out fine. she’s a little rowdy one, but fine nonetheless. ‘ here comes a chuckle, and with his free hand, he placed his fingertips upon alec’s belly, rubbing it softly. the chaste kisses being pressed against his face and chin were like praise, and they were so sweet; it almost felt like they were two teenagers in love who had just started dating. ‘ you are strong like me, my little flower. but you are strong in other ways. ‘ antonin reassured him, hands still delicately holding and caressing alec. antonin leaned into the kiss, gently scraping his tongue along alec’s bottom teeth. it wasn’t as sexual as it wasn’t sweet. as he pulled away from the embrace for a moment, he said, ‘ you and my daughter are the best things to ever happen to me. ‘ then he leaned in to kiss him again.

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          heat laid upon the markov’s farm like BILLOWING clouds. antonin had become accustomed to the heat, having fought in world war ii prior, and now, making a living by farming. he had wounded himself badly at pearl harbor, which resulted in the loss of his left leg from the ankle down. ever since then, he had collected his pension and picked up his father’s old farmhouse, along with the farm. he had married alec; and the act had seemed normal at first—— like a part of life, but now it had seemed scary when he was lying in bed at night with a stranger. it’s not as bad now that he’s gotten used to alec’s presence, but the act itself had seemed almost forced. antonin didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable because the boy seemed so DELICATE. now, they could not be recognized as a married couple because two men couldn’t marry in the united states. however, the intimacy, the coupling up, the domesticity, had deemed them a marry couple through spirit. it had been an agreement between their parents, and antonin had always had his eye on alec. since before he had quit school, before ant had hit his growth spurt, he had kept the little crush to himself because he felt it wasn’t normal. then, he comes out of the military and there he is, waiting in his father’s old house to act as the role of antonin’s wife, to bear his children and whatnot. he had just finished working on his old ford pick-up truck &. had made his way inside. he was in some overalls and old boots with the flannel worn underneath completely unbuttoned. his porcelain skin had reddened, and on the back of his neck had been sunburned. the tall man shut the old screen door behind him and made his way into the kitchen, where he had heard stirring. he gently wrapped his hands around alec’s waist and gave him a little, i n n o c e n t kiss on the back of the neck, the height difference almost making it awkward. ‘ glad to see ya up and at it. ‘ said antonin. his labor on the farm started with the sunrise. // @prxttybxys

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OLIVER:

         oliver’s dark eyes roamed over jesse’s exposed body, the taut skin that covered the obvious muscles. his tongue darted out to wet his chapped lips, his toes curling where they were settled on the floor. his breath hitched only slightly when he noticed the line of jesse’s cock against the fabric of the towel. “yeah, you should’ve,” he retorted, trying to distract from the embarrassing moment he’d just had. he considered the other’s question for a moment, before he shrugged. “dunno, never found someone who enjoyed it like i do,” he stated. his mind swirled with an idea and soon, with his cheeks painted a cherry red, he found himself dropping the comforter to the ground, exposing himself again. he moved and leaned his body against the dresser nearest to him, pressing his chest down on it. he pressed his out further, as if to entice the other. “how do you feel about it?” he asked, coyly, despite his flustered state.

          jesse admired oliver’s body, which he had seen naked many times before, and how it looked even better with that lacy lingerie clinging to his curvature. the flashes of his sweet, s m o o t h porcelain skin made jesse’s hardened dick twitch underneath the towel. ‘ well, it suits you. ‘ responded jesse, eyes still shamelessly locked upon oliver’s body as he took a few steps forward. as oliver turned around and poked himself out, the man sauntered over and placed a hand upon his hip, pressing his hard cock, which was confined behind his thick towel, against oliver’s ass. jesse leaned in against his ear, kissing it gently before whispering, ‘ i’d rather just show you how i feel about it—— ‘ he moved his hips back a little and dropped the towel, allowing his big cock to spring free.

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DARCY:

darcy considers his question for a few beats, her fingers running over his knuckles as they’re gripping by his hands. she’ll lean forward and give him a quick peck, then a sheepish grin followed soon after. julian knows that she’s not ready to have sex - or maybe she is, she doesn’t know. she still feels like she’s not supposed to, like it’s a bad thing. but sometimes, when her and julian are making out - there is this look in his eyes and this feeling she gets all over her body that makes her think, crap, how could going further be a bad thing? but she’ll stop him, he’ll completely understand and tell her it’s okay, and then they’ll cuddle. but how many times will she want to stop him? she know it’s been getting harder to tell him no. at this point, she can’t even remember why she still says it. she’s realized that she’s done her typical darcy thing, zoning out so as to walk through things in her head and come up with the best option, then the next thing she knows, she’s been staring there for a minute, silently looking at him. “let’s take a bath.” and suddenly she feels this giddiness inside because god, she loves him. and she loves nothing more than the small amount of quiet time she gets with him. normally, they’re either fighting some monster, or surrounded by someone’s family, or having to hide out from her dad. but now, it’s just her and her love. “but fair warning  - i’m covered in blood, sweat, and ash. it’s not gonna be cute.”

          julian couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement when darcy had complied. chaste intimacy had become a big part of their relationship, for darcy wasn’t ready for sex, and julian did not rush her, either. sometimes, when they were making out, he could feel the URGE coursing through his blood, invading his marrow... the animalistic urge to just start removing her clothing and take her there——— but he respected her decisions. he untangles his fingers from hers and wraps his hands around her petite waist, pulling her in for a sweet kiss that only lasted for a short moment. then, he turned and went over to the tub, turning the hot faucet on full blast &. the cold on slightly so the water would be hot enough to ease their tensed and aching muscles but not hot enough to scald them. he then sauntered over to the bathroom door and closed it out of habit. he got down onto one knee and began rummaging through the cabinets under the sink till he found the epsom salt and bubble bath. after a fight, he always liked to soak in epsom salt to sooth his aching muscles. as the tub filled up, he added half the bag of epsom salt in and some bubble bath, then placed them to the side. he removed his shirt on his way to the large mirror and stared at himself for a moment, the rest of the world going blurry for just that second. he looked at himself and he wondered - and this wasn’t the FIRST time he’d wondered it - how far would be too far? after each fight, he had come home with a new bruise, a new fractured or broken bone, a new gash or cut. . . what happened when these minimal injuries turned to bones that couldn’t heal properly or a gash that caused permanent scarring and tissue damage? he had to get better at this gig, and he would. he would enhance his training methods first thing after he woke up that day. his chest was toned and littered with bruises, fading and new. he was only a boy. he wasn’t the slayer, but a slayer. he had no superhuman strength or regenerative healing. he was a body that took time to heal, and if he didn’t start taking better care of himself, lines would have to be drawn. 

[hotbodyboyz]

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DARCY:

“i love you too.” darcy goes silent after hunts, always has and probably always will. her uncle bill, the one who trained her without her father’s knowledge, used to get all riled up after a fight. he would be hooting and hollering the entire drive back to his house, then would tell her dad the stories (though cleverly leaving her out) with such vigor and excitement that it was almost possible to feel it in the air. darcy, though, she would grow pensive afterwards. digesting what she did right, what she did wrong, what julian did right and wrong. things they could work on together. she went into her own little world after a hunt, though she always had room in that space for julian. as she made her way out of the car, up the drive and into the house, she too can feel the soreness begin to settle in. it’s a thrill to her, being sore. she loves the feelings of tight, overworked muscles, of the feeling of a job accomplished. all of the pent up energy slowly releasing as she relaxes. she heard his groan and took a few more steps so she was directly behind him. her adept hands ran down his spine as he stood there, slowly beginning to rub her thumb in circles against the tight muscles in his lower back. “you should lay down - i want to make sure you didn’t hit your head when we fell.” she doesn’t like to freak anybody else with the brain she has in her head, the one that’s allowed her to size up exactly the extent of her own injuries and what needs to be done without needing a full exam. bandage left ankle, ice bump on right temple, clean wounds on right shoulder, right arm, left knee, stitches on right hand. the brain this girl has. but with julian, and others she loves, she always hesitates. with herself, it’s automatic, she trusts her decisions and judgments. but with other people, she’s afraid she’s wrong. afraid she’ll miss something. 

          the subtle touch of her hand upon his back underneath his shirt sent electric shocks throughout him. despite her petite size, and how her fingertips dancing across his smooth skin resembled feathers drifting through the air, her touch was POWERFUL. julian locked the door behind them and began to turn on some of the lights. ‘ i don’t want to go to bed with you here—— i want to spend time with you. ‘ it was early in the morning now, their venture taking a little longer than he thought it had. the sun had just began to rise over the tops of the buildings, casting out a cotton candy glow. ‘ now come upstairs with me. ‘ said the teenager, his voice gruff. he locked fingers with her and led her up the stairway, cringing with every step, and into the master bathroom where there was a large porcelain tub and a four-walled glass shower. ‘ i was hoping you would join me. i’ll let you choose—— ‘ he had no intentions on trying anything with her, and if she didn’t want to join him, that would be fine, too. the beauty of his relationship with her was that he knew they could do things like this and it not have to lead to sex, because he knew how she felt about sex. ‘ what do you say, mi amor? you wash my back, y voy a lavar el suyo. ‘ julian said the last part with a chuckle, reaching out to grab her other hand. he held them both with the intentions of holding them forever. 

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          as gage got older, he never expected he’d be where he was now—— with his small belly resting atop his lap like a small sack of flour &. his husband on the opposite side of him, with a small bump, too. he had never expected to make it out of his childhood alive, and now here he was, shrouded by the persona who he had picked up in his runaway days ( colton ) and now gage was a thing of the past! he had been reading up on pregnancy since they had found out the news, and he’d discovered that somewhere around the 12-week period, one could have an ultrasound to discover their due date, and at 18-to-20-weeks, one could actually see his/her children through an ultrasound. so, they were getting ready for their first ultrasound appointment, and gage was leaning down to lace up his boots &. he had already noticed the pressure building up in his stomach and pelvis from the bump, so he cringed until he got his boots laced, then leaned back up against the back of the sofa and leaned over to give asher a peck on the lips. ‘ are you ready, darling? ‘ // closed w/ @hornyhimbos 

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OLLY:

( open to dominant/top males. )

Oliver had just been admiring himself in the mirror, picking and pulling at the lacy lingerie until he deemed that it was just right on his petite body. It was meant for the female gender — which had happened to be explicitly stated on the website he’d ordered it from — but, it was just clothing and it made Oliver feel unstoppable, confident. Feelings he rarely ever felt. He’d just turned to admire the way the fabric cupped his ass, how the stockings looked on his pale skin, when the door to his bedroom opened. He let out a sharp yelp and stumbled to his bed, quickly pulling the comforter from it. He covered himself, before turning to the intruder, a glare on his face. “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”

          jesse had just gotten out of the shower, oblivious to the fact that oliver had even been home when he stepped out of the bathroom and began making his way towards the bedroom. he didn’t bother to knock before entering the bedroom &. when he twisted the knob open, he got an eyeful of beautiful oliver, all decked out in women’s lingerie. he could feel himself hardening, his cock pressing against the thin cloth of the towel wrapped around his waist. ‘ o-oh shit, olly, sorry... i should’ve knocked, but, uh... you’re looking pretty good right now. ‘ jesse leaned against the doorway and folded his arms over his chest. ‘ why don’t you do this more often? ‘

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DARCY:

“hey - i’m not the one who bust through a window and then let me land on top of you. bright idea that one.” she likes to think of herself as 110 pounds of pure iron muscle - though in reality she’s basically just a human shaped bag of feathers. but still, she could’ve easily landed on him wrong and she’s not entirely convinced that she hadn’t. she likes the way he drives while holding her hand - it’s something he did that she always adored but never said anything about because it’s such a small thing. a small ting that she would miss terribly if one of these fights ever went the wrong way - which is why she holds his hand even tighter. she doesn’t knows if he’s aware of how after every fight she holds him a little tighter, loves him a little harder, kisses him a little deeper. she trusts him to take care of himself, but every fight there’s a reminder of how close she can come to losing him. especially when he’s prone to setting fires and barely escaping, getting surrounded and stuck in a corner by vamps, and falling out of windows. she finds herself mumbling around to the song on the radio, whatever it is, her head leaning against the window as he drove along. “let’s go to your place - it’s closer and if my dad ever found out i went on this fight he’d lock me up and throw away the key.” her dad doesn’t know she’s still hunting - or that she has a single kill under her belt, actually. and if he ever found out julian was the one she hunted with? her dad would make her move cities, states, maybe even the country. she doesn’t want to worry her boyfriend, but she’s had julian’s number memorized for ages now just in case her dad every made her delete his number and whisked her away. god, she’s thinking way too much about losing him right now. she’s stuck in her head as she closes her eyes together real tight.  the worrier will suddenly lean the opposite away over the console so as to kiss his cheek, then rest her forehead against the same spot. sort of an awkward position for her but hell, he’s alive. 

         julian grinned at her comment as he switched over onto the side road, going further and further away from the marina. a monotonous talk-show host was playing almost inaudibly over the radio. when she was in the car with him, he didn’t need music. her company was comforting enough. julian worried about her frequently, not as much NOW as they had started fighting alongside one another, but still, the world of supernatural beings had posed to be extremely tricky and dangerous, especially when dealing with creatures like shapeshifters &. werewolves. sometimes even the more precise and powerful slayers couldn’t handle them alone. he worried about her with the incubuses and the demons; the vampires he knew she had learned how to handle. he had more faith in her than he did himself, though. julian turned onto a road which would lead them into the city. ‘ yeah, it’s probably best that we do... ‘ he knew how horrible her father had been to her &. he tried not to get too involved because he knew he didn’t have the best relationship with his own parents and didn’t want to sway darcy down the wrong path. he knew in the back of his mind, however, that if her father were to ever hurt her, he would probably KILL him. as she leaned over to kiss his cheek, he could feel that spark ignite in his chest, and he laid his head against hers as he continued to drive. ‘ i love you... ‘ he said, completely content in the moment. it wasn’t long before they arrived at his house, which had been vacant. his parents went on an overnight trip a few cities away to take his siblings to have a couple of fun days out for doing good in school. they’d be back later that night or the next morning, but until then, he would enjoy the quiet with darcy. julian got out of the car and locked it once darcy had got out. as he was sitting down, he didn’t realize how truly sore he was until he stood up. groaning, the teenager inserted his key into the doorknob and unlocked his house. 

[thepunisher]

If there’s one thing that we’re very good at as humans, it’s remembering the bad stuff. For some reason, it’s always the pain that gets you.

[affectionsuggestion]

Concept: I’m in the kitchen wearing your shirt, and frying some pancakes. Behind me I hear your sleepy voice say “good morning, darling” just before your arms wrap around me from behind. You smell just as good as the pancakes. We are both so happy and warm inside

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DARCY:

“well, your track record is better when we’re fighting together. so only fires when i’m around, yeah?” darcy’s fingers slowly make their way up and down his side as her thin arms wrap around him so that they were both hanging onto each other as they walked. it was both an act of affection towards her love on her arm, and literally using him as a crutch for the tinge in her ankle. she knows every twinge of pain out there so she’s not worried about this one. just a quick bandage and she’ll be good to go. “i’m all good, as always. you’re the one with the tendency to get yourself hurt.” leave it to the two of them to be in good humor after all they’ve just done - their clothes are ripped and they’re covered in a mixture of dirt, ash, and blood but take that out from the equation and you would see just two in love people taking a lover’s stroll to the docks. she’s aware of the pain in her body, a pain in her back that could be overwhelming to someone not used to it all. she wants two things right now: a hot shower and a long massage from her incredibly attractive boyfriend. he’s always been about ten times more attractive to her after a fight. her dad always said he fell ten times more in love with her mom after one of his slays, and know she understands it. doesn’t understand why, but she understands that it happens. “let’s get the hell out of dodge and get me into a hot shower, yeah? after i patch you up, of course.”

          ‘ that’s so true. ‘ julian responds, with a warm smile. his bruised hand has dropped to the SMALL of her back, where he’s massaging it absentmindedly. ' ———and another true thing. ‘ said the teen, listening and nodding along as she spoke. he did tend to get himself hurt more OFTEN than not. it was because, in times of crisis, julian’s thought processes just fluttered out the window &. he became nothing but a fighter; and it wasn’t until he would see his last enemy fall that he would come back to reality. it was a good thing, but also had many cons. this typically meant more adrenaline and ignoring pain until he was complete, which often led to bad injuries. julian looked down at darcy’s disheveled appearance and his heart fluttered. she was adorable and beautiful always, but in this moment, she was unbelievably hot. with the blood and soot on her, the small rips in her clothing, knowing that she could rip someone apart... he could just MELT. ‘ yeah, sounds good. i could use a hot shower, too. and i’ll patch you up. ‘ as they made it to the car, he unlocked it, got inside, and drove off, gripping her hand as he drove. ‘ are we going to my place? mom took marisol and caleb to chuck e cheese. when we walk in, there won’t be any surprised expressions awaiting us. ‘ he said, with a short-lived snicker. he always hated bringing darcy home when his siblings were there, because marisol was extremely embarrassing and she and caleb would always fight after he called her a pequeña bebé, and if julian would so much as kiss darcy’s cheek, marisol would run and tell their mother (who didn’t care) &. it was just fucking annoying. as he drove, julian tossed his bag into the backseat and began removing the plethora of weapons he had stashed on his body carefully, tossing them carelessly into the back floorboard. 

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zintersoldier:

anyone else have a heart thats too soft….. a marshmallow heart…… tempur-pedic mattress heart…. a cotton candy heart…..

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Possessive/Obsessive Spouse Sentence Starters

“You’re mine. Don’t forget that. You promised.” “Til death to us part. That’s what our vows said.” “Did you really think this would ‘get better’ after we married?” “I’m allowed to be obsessed with you, I’m your husband/wife.” “You should quit your job. You know I can take care of you.” “Don’t go in today. Stay in bed with me.” “Mine, mine, mine…” “No. You can’t go out tonight.” “I don’t care if you’re just friends. I don’t want you seeing them again.” “Do I have to lock you up, darling?” “You will never have to worry about anything ever again. I’ll make sure of it.” “I’ve been fair to you so far, haven’t I?” “You’ve been such a good wife/husband so far. Don’t get silly ideas now.” “I called your work and told them you quit. Now you’ll never have to leave~” “Where are you going? Why didn’t you tell me?” “You’re late. Tell me what you were doing.” “You had better not be lying to me, darling…” “If I find out you’re cheating on me, I’ll kill him/her.” “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.” “I still can’t believe how perfect you are.” “I worship you.” “No one else is allowed to see you like this.” “This sight is for my eyes only. Don’t forget that.” “ I’m going to hunt down the person that was your first…so that they know you’re mine now.” “I want people to see the marks I leave on you. So they know you’re taken.” “You belong to me and no one else.”