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okay so basically, shit has gone down today and as a result i don’t know if i’ll keep this account or not. i’ll either be moving or hiatusing permanently and i’m giving myself until tuesday (so two days since it’s sunday for me) to decide between the two. i am unhappy and INCREDIBLY uncomfortable even being on here to write this out.
okay so basically, shit has gone down today and as a result i don’t know if i’ll keep this account or not. i’ll either be moving or hiatusing permanently and i’m giving myself until tuesday (so two days since it’s sunday for me) to decide between the two. i am unhappy and INCREDIBLY uncomfortable even being on here to write this out.
okay guys, i’m going to semi hiatus this blog. i feel absolutely shithouse whenever i get on here and I feel like the interest in aella and dani has waned quite a bit so there’s kinda no point of being here since I owe nothing. you can find me where i’m most active which is my lilith clay (@hoodedomen) and my new original character Anna Droid (@v1rust)
✿ from ur fav sugardaddy dani. :')
kiss ✿ meme.
19. underwater kiss
it’s the kind of place ryker would never have gotten into by himself. gated community swimming pool, pleasant, summery music playing through loud speaks posted in the four corners of the courtyard, and even a drink guy that offers people towels and overpriced alcohol. fancy shit.
and it’s all thinks to sugardani.
he can’t say he’s entirely used to the sleep with someone and they pay for everything business, but ryker’s not above reaping the benefits. he’s already downed two expensive cocktails by the side of the pool, body half submerged as he floats lazily and watches.
what’s he watching? why, daniel the great himself, who looks like he was born in a goddamn fancy swimming pool, all tanned skin and muscles and beads of water dripping down his stupid-perfect back. it makes for a good show, if not one that leaves ryker feeling a little wanting. he glances down at himself a couple times and wonders how many centuries it would take for him to produce a six pack. fourteen, maybe.
and that’s probably the thought that finally pushes ryker away from the edge of the pool and sends him wading after the other man. he’s a lot less graceful when it comes to water, but he does what he can until he reaches the neck and shoulders that he’s aiming for. and then he jumps, and pulls.
daniel probably lets ryker pull him under the water. there’s really no doubt about that. but ryker appreciates the allowed retaliation nonetheless, and while they’re both sinking in the chaotic upsurge of bubbles, he blindly finds dani’s lips and presses his own against them. stupid perfect rich ocean model. take that.
“I certainly hope so.” High compliment ( or is it assurance? ) for an animal. Pack is pack– others who scent would hardly be able to tell pack members apart. Twins far more so, from the milk as nourishment for infants to the bodies torn into pieces until they can cradle silken organs as living gold. Their differences are splattering rain against an ocean. Forgettable. In an echo, she scents like someone else. Far less of a ghost uncomfortably settled between long shoulders, more fangs of a ghoul buried through the back of her neck. Junseok seals his teeth around a query. To dig within her is to leave his own memories for her curious fingers to pry within. Few have earned that right, and fewer still used it kindly. He is far too keen on the familiarity of taking back what is his by force to allow many close.
Still, that smile. “Ah, a mother. Curious after all.” For does he not know how his twin bares teeth upon women, distrust settled as cold iron in his spine to infect his stomach with poison? Even sweet, cotton candy things such as Fleur – creatures neither female nor male are met with distrust. Pattern, routine. Changes are not welcome. New is not allowed. Odd, he thinks. Fingers searching through pockets until he frees a carton. “I’m certain you’ve noticed, but I advise darker colors. Seyoonie will rarely wear anything but blacks, greys, and whites without my pleading.”
A flick, the lid raised. Lighter rests within neat rows of cigarettes.
“Before we continue, do you mind if I light?”
A HUM FALLS from her lips and she can’t help but be incredibly curious. What did he want from her? Did he loathe her for taking his sibling’s attention, or was he just protecting him? She had been --- well, her brothers had done that to those that she had cared about before. She knew the reaction ---- it was done to make people flee. She wouldn’t. She may be the sea ( or soon be ) but she wasn’t going to lose him. She was already so fond of him. Maybe that’s foolish, she doesn’t care. She was impenetrable --- like a fortress. But even then there were ways to make her fall. Her heart one of them. Seyoon had found his own little place there, along with others. “She’s --- well, she seems almost ten now. Growing so fast. Would he like a dark blue? One that almost seems black but when you’re in the sun, it’s blue. I can do that, I’ve learnt.”
Hands are hidden in pockets and she’s just raising a brow, the small smile still on her face. It’s slightly harder now, as if it wasn’t really true. She’s worried. She may not like it, but the emotion was written all over her face. She’s always been far too expressive. It would get her in trouble one day. Maybe today was one of those days. Maybe Seyoon’s twin would rip her apart and leave her to put herself together. It’s happened before and it does hurt, maybe if he does she’ll be COLDER next time. How she should be if she were to take her mothers position. She already seems stronger --- side effect from taking on worshippers.
“You can smoke, I do not mind. I do smoke myself.””
another drink. good. two is better than one. three would be perfect. ryker’s gotten good at measuring just how much he can inhale before his ability dampens, and before he hits blackout drunk. there’s a sweet spot between the two that stamps out his empathic bullshit until it’s just a fuzzy haze, and makes his mood lift, and his inhibitions drop. he’ll be drunk, but not totally useless. ideal.
a week straight, daniel says. holy shit, i’m going to die, ryker thinks. then right after, bullshit.
he rests his forearm on the counter, leaning into the strong cradle around his waist, and tips back half of his second drink. his nose wrinkles again, but only a little bit. and there’s definitely a hand on his ass. there’s definitely a hand squeezing his ass.
okay, now it’s starting to get fun.
❛ yeah? me too. i’m all about making people scream. ❜
down goes the second half of the drink, and the empty glass is set noisily on top of the counter. ryker whoops a satisfied sound after he swallows, looping an arm around daniel’s waist and returning the gesture, enthusiastically smacking what turns out to be a sculpted backside. honestly, he shouldn’t be surprised. damn abercrombie model.
❛ used to being on top, but i’m flexible. nothin’s too weird for me. not yet, anyway. ❜
HE WATCHES THE other with amusement and then he’s grinning, full blown grinning and it’s kind of beautiful. He’s got spunk and well, that’s certainly a turn on. A grin and his hand squeezes again and he’s going to stay like that ---- obvious. POSSESSIVE. He’s always had an issue with that even if he was a no strings attached kind of guy. Part of him just wants to pull him up against the counter and kiss him silly, make sure everyone knew who he was going home with him. But that was rude so he would just keep his hand on Ryker’s ass.
Much safer. Or something.
“You should prove that.That you like making people scream. Come to mine. Stay as long as you want to prove what you said.” He’s still grinning, happiness practically oozing off him. He likes getting what he wants, whether it was sex with hot guys or a hug from his daughter and a declaration that he was her favourite.
He’s an easy guy to please, but also quick to anger. But that didn’t seem to be happening any time soon. He settles into the touch, own hand squeezing that little bit harder. He hadn’t really felt the smack, but that’s just because he was after all inhuman. And his ass WAS perfect and he damn well knew that. Eyes watch him and then he’s raising a brow. Is that a CHALLENGE? Because he’s going to take that as a challenge whether Ryker meant it or not. “You up to going back to mine yet? It’s only a few minutes away. On the beach. Want to see how weird you get.” Such a tease. He just can’t help himself.
This was the start of a beautiful friendship. He was sure of it.
@sinninggod
SHE’S RESIDING ON his lap, legs spread out on the couch and fingers are running through his hair. Kisses are quickly placed on his brow before smiling. She likes how close he is, but she also knows that she needs to tell him. Can’t wait any longer ---- the changes will become too obvious. Her form will grow, change, become more horrifying, more TERRIBLE. Maybe he’ll love her after the change because she won’t be as kind any longer. He won’t be afraid of CORRUPTING her because she had already corrupted herself. A kiss is pressed against his lips, leaving a red stain there before she’s staring at him unblinkingly. This wonderful, terrible man. How she adores him.
“I’m murdering my mother and father. They’ve had their time. It’s ours now --- Daniel and I. He thinks it’ll bring him close to his side again. But it won’t. I have you. Others now. He’s nothing more than a means to an end.”
“ You’re a fool, I’ll give you that… ” Soft laugh passes her lips, clearly joking as she draws small patterns against his skin, envious of the way he seemed to glow, even in the dim lit room. Morning sun tries to find a way through heavy curtains covering the windows, floor to ceiling, and manages to peak through against the wooden floorboards. She tilts her head, suddenly lost in the way he looks at her, meekly adhering to his need to have her closer, stands with him now. Maya brightens when he says he will stay, dark eyes peering up at him as they move to the bed. Entangling her limbs with his own as they fall into soft sheets, leans her chin against his chest to stare up at him. A smile, kisses of gratitude to his chest and she practically purrs at his touch, she had been feeling a little bit peckish lately. Kisses continue to trail slowly, lovingly down his sternum before he speaks again — Maya freezes, tenses. Feline movements, she cranes her neck to look up at him, slinks back until she is kneeling between his legs. She stares at him, cautious, confused. “ What are you talking about —- ”
“I’m YOUR fool and you love me.” A HUM AND he’s grinning, pressing lips to her neck, smearing them up and down before pulling away. Fingers finding her hair, running through the stands and tugging gently. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough that he knew if it were him he would MOAN. Eyes watch her and he’s grinning, he loves her. That’s what all of this is. He LOVES her and part of her just wants to run, but he can’t now, he loves her. He’s told her he can make her a god. He’ll do it. He’ll do anything for her. He’s already KILLED for her after all.
Part of him just wants to turn them over, fuck her silly, but he knows he’ll need to explain what he just said. It’s not something OFTEN said after all. Zeus had made Heracles a god, so why couldn’t he make his beloved a god, especially since he came from more ANCIENT stock. Lips part and he’s smiling, moving so he’s flush against her again, fingers running through her hair. Gentle, loving. It’s so unlike him that many would think him FALSE --- a fake. But he’d met Maya. It was just different now.
Hands find her cheeks and he’s bending down to kiss her, gentle soft presses to her lips, then her nose and eyes. He’s WORSHIPPING her. He cares deeply for her, he wouldn’t lie. He couldn’t. “I figured out how to do it. I’ll make you a god. It’ll hurt. You’ll be unstable for a few days. But i’ll be here with you. I love you, Maya. I love you.”
he’s not here to judge but this man is getting stranger with each passing second. should adam have expected something so … out of the blue and unnatural to occur?? no, he knows nothing about whoever this is. ❛ ———— JESUS H. CHRIST!! not cool!! ❜ definitely a first, not the kiss before a name but the context to it. back reclines, intent to pull away. he’ll exhale a mouthful of unnerved demeanor, a pseudo - laugh. the back of hand presses against lips, safe to say he’s just been MIND - FUCKED by such an off personality. ❛ you kiss every person that sparks debate?? damn what was that about … ❜
“Okay, so. What’s like the problem? You not into men or you don’t like beefy men or? How does that even work?” EGO, AT IT again, he’s an awful person, not even a human being so the change in persona wasn’t really that surprising? Oh. Yeah. This guy didn’t know and shit! He didn’t even know the others name. Totally not going to play but he’s still never really been rebuffed like that. Except in Florida --- you don’t do shit like that in Florida if you don’t want to be beaten up. Good thing he can’t really be HURT. Still, he’s going to huff and cross his arms over his chest. He’s hot and so is he? What on EARTH was the problem here? “Only the hot ones. And you’re definitely one of them, so what is the PROBLEM?! And uh. yeah. What’s your name? I’m Daniel.”
adam slips a thumb into the tight back pocket of jeans, tugs a couple of times and cocks his brow. curious how people get so easily riled up by him. but understandable, he knows where his RIGHTEOUS FLAW is. ❛ ‘xactly. that’s why none of our arguments win. agree t’disagree. but hey, i wasn’t shittin’ on any country. pure economic fact. ❜ gainsboro watch : yeah, he’s stumped. the guy’ll start moving all stiffly, angled like he’s waiting for the paparazzi. ❛ you alright?? look like y’gotta take a crap, honestly. ❜
HE’S JUST VERY defensive sometimes, he’s killed people for less, but he’ll spare this one ---- if only because he wants to sleep with him. The dick wants, what the dick wants. So he’s just going to move even close, until they were touching and pull his hands out of his pockets and ----- hey! That’s RUDE and he’s going to scoff. His moves are LEGENDARY and he deserves better than that so he’s going to grab the other within seconds and kiss him, nipping at his lower lip before pulling away and smirking. He must seem like a MANIAC now, but he isn’t just having a reaction to the human he ate earlier. They did have a habit of having that effect on them. Makes them go a little bit around the bend. “Can’t have you saying shit like that, kiddo.”
❛ so, you just NEGATED yourself?? greeks did it first but romans did it better!! i’ll settle with that. ❜ hip cocks, torso hanging back slightly under the onslaught of height. ❛ eh, more like augmenting … rather than imitating. ❜ he’ll chuckle soft velvet. intimidation should be a thing to make someone of WEAK - HEART back down. not him. it gets his blood pumping in the wrong sort of way. unfortunately it’s also right for his boredom. ❛ i guess we can agree t’disagree, then. ❜
“All I said was Greeks did IT better, I never specified what, you shouldn’t shit on someones country like that. It wounds me.” HAND HAS FOUND his chest, holding where his heart was and then his coffee is coming to his lips again, gone after just one swallow and then being thrown into the nearest bin a few meters away. Absolutely accuracy. He likes showing off and well, that had certainly worked right. Hands then find themselves in front pockets, moving his body so he knows that he’s on PERFECT display, arm muscles flexed, practically framing his nethers. He never was a good man, never was a man to begin with. “I’ll take that however.” A hum, hands still in pockets, body still on display. Despicable.
❛ damn man, hate t’break it to ya but the roman empire far surpassed. if i remember my middle school history correctly, GREECE FELL TO ROME in like … one forty somethin’. ‘sides … greece’s economy isn’t doing so well right now, huh?? ❜ a blunt guy but not inherently an asshole. just open by default. shoulders will shrug loosely, noncommittally as he rolls his jaw. adam is easily amused by good - hearted banter, in a better mood when it’s not taken the wrong way. that’s just a ( frequent ) pain!!
“Sure. I’ll pay you that, but they stole all their art --- all their gods from the Greeks. They couldn’t get enough of a good thing.” A HUFF AND then a roll of his eyes, that was a low blow. Sure, their economy was shit, but Daniel’s been living here for a hundred years. Didn’t really have much to do with it besides his place back in Chania. Arms cross over his chest and he’s stepping forward. He’s doing it to be an asshole, to show just how RIDICULOUSLY ( six foot seven ) tall he was. And yes, he was tall all over. “Imitation is the best form of FLATTERY, I guess.” Humming he grins, toothy white. He looks slightly terrifying, if he’s honest but he never really cared. Doesn’t care much about humans, he does eat them at least three times a week after all. More if he’s feeling PARTICULARLY vicious.
❛ gina linetti and i have a lot in common. we’re both italian. and human forms o’the ONE HUNDRED EMOJI. ❜
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“Hate to break it to you, but Greeks do it better.” WHAT DOES HE mean by ‘it?’ who knows? Is it sex, is it just a general notion of superiority? Most likely but also probably sex. He’s a sex maniac, that’s a given but the other guy wouldn’t know that. But he WAS pretty and he’s going to look up and then back down before taking a sip of his coffee. Too early for SPIRITS apparently.
“ I like it better when we talk about me. ” Words float in a breathy sigh, half kidding as she moves hands up to his cheeks and dragging fingernails into his hair. A few small kisses to corners of his mouth, greedy, greedy kisses. She wants him around all the time, despite her innate nature to push everyone’s buttons. Maya rolls hips into his touch, squirms in her seat as she pulls him closer, tugs on his hair. So eager for his touch, between her thighs, it burns with deep need in her stomach. She returns his kiss softly, lovingly, before pulling back as her lower lip flutters into a frown. Wide eyes, she looks up to him, one hand reaching down to press nails softly into the expanse of his chest. A dramatic sadness stamps her every movement, shoulders drooping. “ Will you not be here tomorrow ? ” a girlish devotion behind her words, she pouts up at him.
“I’m well aware, but I like it when you call me a hot tamale.”
A GRIN AND he’s groaning as nails drag through his hair. After a moment his hands are moving to her ass, squeezing there before he’s lifting her up, pulling her close. Making it easy for the both of them. A happy sigh falls from his lips, rocking against her gently. It’s easy to be hard for her, when she’s so beautiful --- so ENIGMATIC. She wants him as much as he wants her, he knows that much. Soon they’ll have forever together. If everything went to plan. All he would need is one thing in return. For her to help him get praise, to have worshippers.
She can’t love something that was as wide as the oceans, could she? “I’ll be here tomorrow. Aella is looking after the bar, Antonio too. I’m staying with you.” A hum and he’s kissing her again before slowly beginning to walk towards the bed, practically throwing them onto it. Him on the bottom of course --- he wouldn’t want to crush her. “I killed someone for you yesterday. They’re in the fridge, all chopped up.” A hum, hands resting on her lower back. She’s his everything now.
“I’ll make you a god today.”
