ღ a/n: a special gift for my friend Cass over at the discord server~ thank you for the delicious idea. this is def a lil self-indulgent hehe
summary: Alastor's cannibalistic cravings go further than you initially thought. And he's gotten a particular appetite for you this time around.
ღ TAGS: no use of y/n, explicit fem anatomy descriptions, cunnilingus, menstrual oral, oral (fem receiving), scent kink, blood play, face sitting, courting rituals if you squint, scenting, primal habits (? kinda), Al mentions your fertility, explicit depiction of menstruation and ovulation, dubcon.
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT. Thank you~♡
The past two weeks have been hell, ironically. The days leading up to your monthly cycle are always annoying and uncomfortable, not only because of the hormonal imbalance and emotional instability but because of the physical symptoms. Starting with ovulation being a drag, walking around with the constant squelching wetness between your thighs for an entire week that makes you feel embarrassed, it’s ridiculous, it makes you feel like you’re in heat—like an animal. Every step makes you grimace, unable to look anyone in the eye. Let’s not even mention the various lusty, dirty, lewd impulsive thoughts that came with it, the carnal need to be filled; You’re more nervous than usual but despite that, you try to push yourself to be sociable around the hotel.
But you only come to regret it when you notice a certain Radio Demon hanging around you. Like, a lot. Alastor is already usually very cordial and gentlemanly toward you, that’s just who he is and you’ve never given him a reason not to be, however, as of a few days ago, Alastor had been hovering over your general area; often standing or sitting next to you, striking up conversations, teasing you more than usual. What caught you off guard the most were the little acts of service he did. Even offering to accompany you places so you didn’t have to go alone. It came off as protective… And in an odd way possessive. Also, he seemed irritated anytime anyone else grabbed your attention away from him, not very obviously or outwardly so, but noticeable enough because you were so used to watching his behavior you could pick up on it.
You also noticed fewer people approached you, especially if he was around or with you. It was definitely odd behavior from the radio host to be in constant contact with you. And being you’re currently struggling with your own “issues”, it’s annoying and unpleasant having Alastor following you around. Because the idea that anyone could possibly smell the blood on you made you feel gross, even if realistically that’s not very likely. But the worst of it was by far when your actual period started. It felt awkward, your hormones were ramped up to a thousand, peak horny but not being able to relief yourself and not wanting to deal with the mess.
To avoid Alastor you opt to stay locked up in your room, occasionally going down to the kitchen to get a snack or some proper food. And that seemed to work for a little, until he showed up at your door with the excuse that he hadn’t seen you around very much, and became a little worried for you. So here he is standing at your hotel door, “I appreciate the concern, Al, I really do but right now just isn’t a great time—” there’s a hurry in your voice as you try to press him away from the door frame, trying to close it or get him to take a hint but this is the Radio Demon you’re talking about.
“Dear, it’s my job to ensure the comfort and happiness of all hotel residents, including you” his smile grew more conspicuous, instead he used the close proximity to wrap and arm around your lower back to keep you trapped against him. His face inches closer to you, sharp eyes fixed on your blushed face. You tried to recoil away from him but he’s got you pressed chest to chest—well, your chest to his torso more like because he’s stupidly tall— and his entire expression darken. Like he had planned this, like you had fallen into a carefully laid out plan. Heat rose up further up your cheeks and spread through your entire body as you still squirmed in his arms.
“Alastor please, I’m not playing your games anymore. I-I really want to be alone right now,” you can’t help the stutter in your voice. His warmth is so inviting, the way you fit perfectly against him you want nothing more than to be wrapped up in him. In more ways than one, especially with that hand that’s gently thumbing your hip as a means to soothe you. The demon leans in closer still, small cracks of feedback become louder as his mouth graces the shell of your ear and you swear you’re losing your mind. Because as is, he’s putting minimal strength to keep you where you are, so your mind wonders what else he could do, how much more could he make you do if he really tried. It send a shiver down your spine at the thought of feeling those slender claws digging into your flesh—
“Are you sure that’s what you really want?” that velvety voice is enticing, it’s making your already fuzzy brain even more hazy. No, is the honest truth you want to give him. Yet, the last shred of reason nags at you to not let the horny thoughts win. However, that thin thread is about to snap with how insistent Alastor is being. “Let me help you with your… Little predicament, darling,” the lilt in his voice is playful, alluring. Your body goes stiff, though.
“What are you talking about?” you ask nervously. The deer chuckles pulling away and fixing his low-lidded eyes once again on yours, those ruby eyes that seem to look into the darkest depths of your soul with a single glance. You feel paralyzed both from fear and anticipation awaiting his answer.
His free hand comes up to your belly, oh-so gently rubbing the expand of your abdomen. It makes you shudder, your gaze falls down to his hands curious and oddly aroused by the gesture. He doesn’t answer immediately and even when he does it’s not direct. “Last week while going about the hotel as I usually do… I caught a scent I had never quite smelled before. Sweet yet tart. I had wondered for hours on end where it could have possibly come from and how it came and went,” He explained slowly, as slowly as his hand rubbed your abdomen in wide patterns, “Until I realized it came and went as you did. You, little one, have been driving me insane for d̸̞̖̹̎̃̉͊͛̾͗̊̍͘̚a̴̢̼͔̗̬͚̺̠͖̹͔͕͈̭̳͒y̴̧̻̹͙̰̭̽̔̄͂̑̂̈́̔̂̋̌̀́͝s̸̨̙̲̰̲̞̯̖̮̪͌́̽͂͝.”
His voice became much more grave and the radio filter intensified, both hands grabbing at your waist tightly, almost painfully. You unconsciously squeeze your thighs together feeling a warm liquid start to pool. In a panic you tried to snap out of his grasp but that only made him hold on tighter. Did his hands grow? but you don’t have time to wonder how his two hands encircled your entire waist because he’s lifting you up as if you weigh nothing but a couple of grapes, then your back is against something soft— your mattress you suppose— and Alastor with elongated antlers, his body bigger than he normally is and eyes turned to radio dials. You should be fucking scared shitless but seeing his demonic form makes your cunt clench around nothing. There’s no helping you really.
Tendrils sprout around your sheets to hold you where you lay, his large hands come to encircle your thighs spreading them. “Alastor wait! Wait a second!” your face is hot and bright red, “I’m— Oh Satan don’t make me say it,” tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. Your mind is torn in half because dear unholy hell you needed relief, you haven’t been able to cum or touch there because of your messy little predicament but the shame of Alastor seeing the mess is too much.
Alastor laughs pushing your legs apart and further up nearly folding you in half, “Oh I know. I’m a cannibal, pretty girl, I can handle a little blood, now will you allow me to drink from you? You smell positively ripe for the taking,” Alastor presses his face against your still clothed pussy taking in the scent he’s been chasing for almost two weeks.
The action unconsciously made you moan, “Yes, yes fine!” your eyes squeezed tightly feeling entirely too shy and embarrassed to even look at him. His words made your heart skip a beat, this had to be the oddest form of cannibalism— Does it count?— you’ve ever seen, heard of or otherwise. For Alastor, that was all he needed. He’s now a one track minded being with nothing to stop his hunger until it is sated.
He quickly did away with your panties, but not before pressing the fabric against his nose one last time before disregarding it somewhere on the floor, your needy sex twitching for attention. It made you look away from him too many emotions bubbling inside you, it’s a little overwhelming how fast it’s happening and what is happening. It’s dawning on you that Alastor is asking to eat you out, to taste the blood—
Your thoughts are interrupted again but his tentacles lifting you up, Alastor had laid down at some point you hadn’t realized and you were being positioned right on top of his face. You tried to hover out of habit but Alastor wouldn’t let you, his radio voice crackled again, “Oh no, darling. Ỹ̵͇͕̕ō̸̪̟͐ȕ̸͇͎̆ ̶͈̃̂a̸̯̿r̶͓̈́̇e̴̱͑̓ ̵̡͈̿g̴̨͠ò̴̲͖ḯ̸̹n̶̢͚̈́͂g̷͇̎ ̷͖̅t̶̳͇̉̄ǫ̵̫̈́ ̵̮͚̋s̸̘͐͋i̴̜̓t̵̲͌̍,” using his hands he pushed you down on his waiting tongue and held you there as he didn’t hesitate to lap up your slightly bloodied folds.
“Alastor!” you whine loudly, again closing your eyes and even covering your face with both your hands. But you won’t deny how unbelievably good it felt, relieved you’d finally feel release and you couldn’t tell if it’s because someone else is touching you but your sensitivity felt like it had skyrocketed. Your whole body trembled, the tentacles around your waist and chest were doing all the holding up as well as keeping you in place. It’s a little horrifying to be eaten out like this but he’s licking at you like you’re the last drink in hell making you reel and throw your head back. Moans and mewls very soon filled the air and bounced off the walls along with soft sensual jazz that played just a little louder than your own voice. Just enough to mask them from being heard outside of the bedroom.
As Alastor sucked and lapped at your clit, tentacles press harder into your lower abdomen to coax out your sweet fluids enjoying the various noises and the ones you struggled to keep in, “What a shy flower you are, but be a good girl and let me enjoy you,” he cooed at you, his long tongue licking up and down your slightly then teasing your entrance before plunging it deep into your hole. Your eyes widen at the feeling once again squirming and hips bucking, it’s an odd sensations having his long, flexible muscle so deep inside. You could feel the tip reaching your cervix and not leaving a single part of you unexplored. Mind numbing pleasure of your orgasm building up made your ears ring and you knew you wouldn’t last. But Alastor didn’t seem to mind or even care about your impending orgasm because he didn’t slow down his strides. Mouthful after mouthful of your blood dripped down his tongue and into his mouth he groaned in delight at the taste.
“Darling, I’m not doing this entirely for your pleasure. I’m glad to you grant you some release, do cum as many times as you’d like by all means,” he informs from between suck and licks, “But I’m not stopping until I’ve had my fill,” he growled and went right back to his task. You gasped feeling his teeth grace your soft folds, making you keen and clench around his tongue. You felt his smile widen against you, he did it again. And again and again, his teeth probably nicked you a few times but you at that point didn’t mind, your orgasm is just over the horizon and the pain mixed with the immense pleasure only had your back arching against his tendrils that still held you up. Even your hands came to tangle in his hair and antlers holding on tightly feeling that coil in your abdomen about to snap.
And suddenly with a particular rub of his tongue against the little bundle of nerves inside you, your orgasm crashed over you like a ton of bricks. It was so strong it caused goosebumps to rise across your entire body and scream out in pure, unadulterated pleasure. Alastor groan some curses under his breath as you tug his hair when you cum, sucking feverishly to catch every last drop of your release and bloody. It’s dripping down his chin at this point but he can worry about the bloody mess later. He isn’t even near done with you yet. Your reaction to his administrations and the delectable smell wafting off you in waves now that you’ve finally came are making him even more ravenous than when he first shoved his face between your legs.
“I’m going to drink you dry, my darling. Give me everything, pet.”
ღ a/n: it took me days to be satisfied with this one akdkskald but i had so much fun writing it. so thank you cass <33
So here’s my blorbo. They basically proofed into the void. And started to draw and make random stuff. They started off as a very pathetic and shy person, but some shit went down(that being the ‘self aware Tempo’ incident) and now they’re very loud, obsessive, and sadistic. Sometimes they’ll have lil wings and a halo when feeling like a ‘good person’, and have horns and a tail when they wanna cause chaos. They don’t take their job very seriously and cause MANY problems for everyone. And ngl, they have a BIG god complex. They absolutely hate the idea of consequences and refuse to face them at times. Also, after the ‘kidnapping’ event and being put in ‘who knows where’ by @thesknight, they kinda broke. Their mind is VERY fractured by everything. Which is why they have random cannibalistic impulses.
And when they get VERY overstimulated:
They take a sorta extraterrestrial form. And aren’t really rational in this state. They won’t outright kill u on sight, it’s just they can’t make sense of ANYTHING happening at the moment. Also, now they have reality bending powers! That’s amazing!(and will not backfire on them one day)
Sometimes my sona’s thoughts will accidentally personify. And for some reason, in the form of Tempo. This version of Tempo constantly points out EVERY mistake they’ve made. The worst part is everyone can now hear these thoughts, completely unfiltered.
They also bleed pink blood. Just a fun lil fact I’d point out.
Yeah, my sona has a very odd personality. Man, do I love writing them tho. They can be silly, but in a disturbing way the more u think abt it.
Batman is a character very famous for having a hard line no killing stance - but there are a lot of times when he has absolutely killed people! I think it'd be interesting to take a look at how and why authors choose to make him kill, and especially at what Watsonian/in-universe logic is used to justify him killing. I partly think it'd just be neat, but also I have a very strong suspicion that the most common reason used is going to end up being "they weren't human" and that in turn that pattern is going to result in a pattern of Bruce himself failing to value non-human sentient people.
As such I'm gonna just informally start jotting down the context and data every time I see him go for the kill
In this post specifically I'll be laying out my assumptions and thoughts about this and do a lil short analysis of each of my first three starting points
Cosmic Odyssey #1
Watsonian Context: One of Darkseid's troops got stranded and started dragging people into the sewers for food and eating them. Batman knows without a doubt that this alien is sentient, he's seen the advanced tech he was using and the chair he make-shifted for himself. The clear justification within narrative is that this is a cannibalistic monster, a nonhuman with no redeeming qualities - which is kinda odd given that this juxtaposes with the tale of the "humans" who waged an unjust war against a bunch of aliens simply because they thought they were evolutionarily superior. Bit of a mixed message there.
Doyalist Context: Written by Jim Starlin in 1988 or at least that's what the copywright listed on my copy said. Starlin has made Batman kill at least one other time so we should keep in mind that killing simply isn't beyond the pale for this version of Bruce.
Batman (1940) #415
Jaybin shooting at the cops <3 also the way they dispatch this robot is like beat for beat the way that Bruce dispatches the Amazo robot that Jason later siccs on him and Dick Grayson, a beautiful little parallel in the use of that small shaped explosive device
Watsonian Context: This is a Manhunter posing as Jim Gordon. Batman doesn't necessarily know that these are sentient at this point, but he also doesn't know for sure that they aren't sentient either, and again, he's basing calling Fake Gordon an 'it' on the fact that he's not human, and just look at the panels dog, that's very obviously the reason we're not supposed to feel like it's a big deal that Jason and Bruce are dismantling him with a shotgun and a small bomb.
Doyalist Context: Written by Jim Starlin in 1988, again there's a point at which Starlin has Batman killing a human, so it's not beyond the pale to begin with, but also Robots are generally a shorthand way for authors to give us mooks and goons that it's okay for the Good Guys to kill indiscriminately. There's not supposed to be any moral conflict here at all, and it's basically not even treated as a killing; they straight up throw this guy's head in the literal garbage when they're done pulling out his memories. Harsh!
Batman (1940) The Funny Weed Number (issue #420)
I've already talked about this one before, so I'll keep it brief: Batman very definitely attempted to kill the KGBeast
Doyalist Context: Written by Jim Starlin in 1988. Distinct from the two non-human kills, the KGBeast's death is given a heck of a lot more weight and is clearly a much more grave and gritty decision for Batman to make. We also don't see the killing blow as it were, there's no gore or destruction on panel, he just traps him in a scenario that's liable to be deadly.
DC vs Vampires
Watsonian Context: "You can't kill them. They're already dead." Is the line that got me curious about all this in the first place, especially combined with the idea of the "no metas in Gotham" rule. It's unavoidable here; vampires are fully sentient beings with every capacity to be decent people and they simply do not count to Bruce because they are biologically different than base humans. Now one could make a good argument that the scale of the threat pushed him more towards killing outright, and that's probably at least a little true, but in the Injustice series his conviction to kill is left intact and he's up against an equivalent scale threat there.
Doyalist Context: Written by Matthew Rosenberg and James Tynion IV in 2021. Batman's refusal to kill is by this point an incredibly well embedded character trait. The genre of this comic though is specifically apocalyptic. It's got a lot in common with Marvel's zombie books or heck even DCeased - The vampires are specifically a world ending hoard, and that kind of story just doesn't mesh well with someone who refuses to kill? I dunno, I feel like that had to have been a factor in the decision making process, but at the same time, I think they could have kept Bruce's conviction not to kill just fine if they'd wanted to.
Some extra thoughts:
So, the fact that Starlin is up here so much is interesting. I have a hunch that Batman's no kill rule is in large part a direct response to The Killing Joke and A Death in the Family making it really weird that Bruce hasn't killed the Joker. If that's true then it's not exactly surprising that Starlin has such a high kill count for him; he'd have been the last writer that didn't have to deal with that question and he was prone to 'grittier' 'darker' stories to begin with. On the other hand, I might just happen to be obsessed with Jason Todd and that means reading a lot of 1980s comics *shrug*
One assumption of mine that's going strong though is that Batman simply values non-human life less than human life. Most authors do too. Most stories need disposable badguys and inhumanity is the easiest way to produce them, yet at the same time totally non-sentient enemies are often pretty lame. Gone are the days when we all just want to see a dozen buff men getting into fisticuffs with big gorillas lmao. So you get hordes of zombies, robots, vampires, demons, hive mind aliens - basically anything nonhuman is ten to twenty times more likely to end up as an "it doesn't count" kill.
Anyhow, that's it for my rambles for today
Please feel free to add on if you've got more of these! I know he killed people TONS in the very earliest comics lol and I'd be interested in hearing about when that stopped being such a thing for him if anyone knows
(drops a batch of ocs that are cringe and over a year old)
its not arcana related, so like you don't have to look; I even feel kinda embarrassed about some things I wrote on the uh drawing,, but like,,, I have skipped the cringe 13 year old on the internet phase and I am going to fix that...
I present to you The MTNT Squad
The whole concept for them is that they are a special unit composed exclusively of mutants from their respective species. They're not excessively strong but they are. Ridiculously. Endurant. You can place these in the middle of a nuclear explosion and they'll go unscathed (it's a bit of a hyperbole but... Yeah.)
They are basically stranded on Planet Frieza 879, and are on their own. They got a garden and can sustain themselves and trade with the locals when they do not seize materials. The MTNT squad members aren't excessively strong, their best quality is that they're smart and scary, so they utilize fear to be respected and left alone.
Breeze ; acts all tough and feral (crawls around the walls n shit) but big softie on the inside and can actually be extremely civilized, more than most people) the first thing bro does in the morning is drinking a whole glass of raw lemon juice. Wine connoisseur (obviously).
-> with his more lizard like behavior, he can makes scary af noises
Mohu ; Killing machine with a hidden bloodthirst. Like the smell of blood will drive him feral. He teddy bear yes, but he also just bear. In love easily. Basically in love with the whole squad. Very attached to them.
-> is a feral beast (like the first thing bro asked the squad when he first met 'em Was "I demand a sacrifice")
Candy ; technician and emotionnal support bean he's adorable everyone loves him. Bro is a computer mastermind, technician, medic and surgeon. He✨✨✨✨
-> He.... Candy isn't- inherently scary. But when the lil guy stares up at you with emotionless fly like eyes and says very calmly "I will gut you and hang you with your own intestines"... It's not very reassuring. Like bro's a surgeon. Leave him alone.
Matcha ; modafuckin' pretty princess ahem no but usually handles politics. Likes Gambling. Wine connoisseur too.
-> is a deadly venomous snake
Hiyo ; is actually the head of the squad. You wouldn't expect that from a cannibalistic psychic but yeah. And he's actually really good at it too.
-> is... Is a fucking cannibal psychic what else do you need (he might even be the strongest of them)
And question is 'How tf is Mohu a Sayian' actually he was abandoned and left to die on a random moon when his parents discovered he was a weird mutant beast. Then he joined the MTNT squad and started indirectly working for Frieza.
You know whats the actual best thing? Cannibalism as a metaphor for love. When love is so burning and deep that you absolutely have to sink your teeth into them. You may potentially have noticed by my asks but I often have some kinda violent thoughts fueled entirely by adoration. I actually have occasionally realized I actually had a crush on someone cuz I felt the need to brutally murder them(usually biting their throat out or wanting to dig my hands into their organs, sometimes both). I just have big feelings and I need to express them by biting those I love. So thank you for the bits of cannibalistic content, I would love more.
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i feel like this is gonna come as a surprise but im actually not that into cannibalism. and i don't have the autism that makes me bite people.
graphic blood and gore are actually really triggering for me. despite my love of horror and freak shit. if you notice i try so hard not to use the word blood in my writing it's because just the word is a massive horrible turn off at the best of times. so I'll write the cleanest gore you can imagine. (i wouldn't write this stuff if it was triggering for me to do so. my brain doesn't make sense. dw about it im taking care of myself.)
so you can imagine being a sensitive lil baby with a horror addiction it's really hard for me to enjoy some content. cannibalism is one of those. i used to like it more as a teenager on antidepressants that made me completely numb to most things. I've always kind of been a fan of art depicting humans the same way meat in a butcher shop or a grocery store would be. i love that concept.
so like a little while ago i played the demo of this game called frost bite. its about a hot butcher who eats people and oh man. it reignited the tiny flame of love i have for treating humans like meat casually. i mean im on the side of vampires treating humans like cattle. im weirdly down for this whole premise.
so for me i don't really see the cannibalism as love. probably because whenever cannibalism is love its much too messy for me to handle. i do however think there's some romance in eating your partner's body in a casual way. treating your own partner like they're meat.
the romance of your partner watching you cut a steak made of their body and then enjoy it, savor the flavor. or like the op of that gambling anime. thats the real good horny shit.
name something hornier than this. u can't.
anyway that's all to say i will continue to provide the cleanest cannibalism and gore dw. nom nom
[A/N]: idk if i’ll be online tmrw so here we are!! this is a lil intense but still cutie! :3 ( @sh1mmer-add1ct )
TW: gore, body horror, (mutual) cannibalistic behavior, and suggestive!
One night couldn’t hurt. Lucian kept telling himself this over and over again as he looked over the bottle, feeling nauseated from how comfortable the neck felt in the palm of his hand. There was a time not so long ago where he had one of these every night just to feel better — a time where he was addicted to it.
But one night couldn’t hurt.
“Luuu, come on. Show me.”
Lucian laughed softly and leaned back on the couch, his eyes unmoved from the bottle. Beside him sat his boyfriend, eager to try it out for the first time with his own closed bottle in his hands.
Inching closer and closer to him, Kai evidently yearned for his attention. Lucian snapped out of his daze with a smile.
“Honey, you don’t even have it open yet…”
“I dunno how to open it,” Kai whined, putting the lid to his teeth.
Lucian hurriedly snatched it away. “No, no. You’ll hurt yourself that way, silly. Here, lemme see.”
Kai released it from his grip and in mere seconds, the bottle was opened. Again, Lucian’s natural talent shined through. His old habits were making a comeback. It didn’t make him feel too hot at first, but seeing Kai’s amazed expression, he realized it wasn’t all too bad. He returned it to him and tucked both his legs up onto the couch, scooting closer to him for the initial first sip.
“Okay, ready?”
“Ready.”
“Okaaay. Cheers!” Lucian hummed, clinking his bottle against Kai’s. With a puzzled look, Kai returned the motion with a giggle. Then, they both put it to their lips and took their first step toward intoxication.
It tasted just as good as he remembered it. The stinging sensation didn’t feel like much as it went down and the bitter flavor almost tasted sweet as it danced on his tongue. One sip turned into two, turned into four as he remembered just how wonderful the feeling was, smiling to himself from the distant memories playing in his head. Kai, on the other hand, practically spat it out.
“Aw, baby…” Lucian set down his bottle on the table as he gently hit Kai’s back, helping him with the coughing fit he endured. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you not to take such a big gulp at first.”
“It’s gross!” Kai whined as he hit his chest repeatedly, trying to recover from the burning sensation in his ribcage and throat. “How can you like something like that?!”
Lucian laughed a little. “You learn to love it. I had the same reaction when I first started, too. Here, why don’t you take a break for now, okay?” He grabbed the bottle from Kai’s hands and set it down beside his own, redirecting his attention onto him again.
Pulling his hands into his lap, Lucian laced their fingers together and kissed his nose, blinking slowly to take in as much of his beauty as he could. Kai never looked better. Every facial feature he had was near perfection. Lucian believed him to be perfect. From his gorgeous eyes, to his pretty teeth, to his fluffy hair, to all the freckles dusted on his cheeks, he thought Kai looked like an angel.
His thoughts were a little loud. During his time of admiration, Kai’s face lit up with a light shade of pink, looking off to avoid his gaze. Lucian could only smile wider from the scene.
“Lulu…”
“Yeah?”
“Am I gonna be drunk now?”
It was a cute comment. Most of the words that came from his mouth were. With a grin, Lucian shrugged and proceeded to tease him. “Maybe. What, are you scared of getting drunk?”
Pulling away from their interlocked hands to bite at his nails, Kai finally gained the courage to look him in the eyes again. “Kinda. When you get drunk, you either get really mad or really horny, right?”
Lucian cocked his eyebrows up from the mere suggestion. “Where’d you hear that from? Well…I guess that’s true for some people.”
“How about you? What happens when you get drunk? Do you get real mad?”
“The opposite, actually. It feels like I’m floating. Like…there’s butterflies in my stomach and everything’s going real slow. It’s calming.”
“Really?”
“Mhm! But it really just depends on the person.”
“When my parents drank, they got angrier and sadder than they were before. Have you ever felt like that?”
Lucian swallowed hard and made an expression that could only be described as pitiful. “Sometimes, yeah. I guess it just heightens the mood you have before you drink. I dunno. We don’t have to drink anymore if it’s reminding you of that…”
“No.” Kai raised his voice, grabbing his shoulders and gently shaking him around to prove his seriousness. “No, I wanna drink. Come on, let’s drink more.”
There was no denying that tone.
It didn’t take long before Lucian’s bottle emptied out. Kai hardly touched his, still struggling with the taste, but offered to go grab Lucian another. Before he could resist it too much, there was another bottle in his hands, cracked open and ready for consumption. If his old self was in the same situation, he wouldn’t have thought twice about drinking it all up. However, looking at it with a sense of solemnity growing in his chest, Lucian couldn’t help but feel as though he was falling back too much. He swore off drinking whenever he began dating Kai. And to be drinking alongside him felt wrong, like he had ruined what he promised to maintain.
“You okay?”
Lucian wiped the sweat from off his forehead, averting his eyes from the bottle and to his face. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m…I’m fine.”
Kai looked at him for a long while with an unwavered expression. Lucian sighed.
“I dunno if I wanna drink this.”
Visibly concerned, Kai inched closer. “Why not? Is something wrong with it?”
“No, no, I just…I don’t want to freak you out if I start acting weird.”
He tilted his head upon hearing Lucian’s explanation with a soft smile. “You’re not gonna freak me out, silly. Like you said, you just get all calm and happy!”
Kai took another sip of his drink, maintaining their eye contact. Lucian watched him intently, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat. And although no words were exchanged between the two, they understood each other’s perspectives on the matter instantaneously. By the assuring expression Kai wore and the defeated smile Lucian gave him, they continued to drink together.
The second bottle hit harder. At first, Lucian figured it was because he hadn’t drank in a while and thus his body was readjusting to the intake again, but upon five minutes of it settling down, he knew something was wrong. Kai played with the rim of his bottle as they sat and watched cartoons together, leaning his head onto his tense shoulder. Lucian’s heart raced within his chest while thinking of what to do or say.
“Kai…”
“Mhm?”
“Did you…”
Upon hearing his tone, Kai sat up with a concerned look on his face. “What? Is something wrong, Bunny?”
“I dunno,” Lucian muttered. His eyes grew wider as he sat up, setting the empty bottle down. His limbs felt heavier than usual, his hands beginning to visibly shake. “It’s just way stronger than I remember it being. I made sure this wasn’t the strong stuff…”
Kai caressed his face, redirecting Lucian’s eyes back into his own. “It’s okay. Don’t cry.”
Those words were all too familiar. Typically when Kai did something that upset Lucian, even just a little bit, he’d beg him not to cry. And with that warm smile and those eager eyes, Lucian was able to read him like a book – he knew something. Guilt was written all over his pretty face.
“Kai…did you do something to the drinks?”
“No,” Kai hummed in an almost childlike manner, moving indefinitely closer to his flushed face. “Only yours.”
Upon hearing this, Lucian’s eyes grew wide. “What do you mean?”
With a pretty laugh, Kai swung his head back and embraced him tightly without a care in the world. Lucian, on the other hand, had to focus on managing and evening out his breaths.
“I like it when your heart goes like thaaat…” Kai purred, placing his hand against his pec with a giggle. “Don’t worry, Lu. I’ll take good care of you, okay? I always do.”
“I-I know, but…”
“But what?”
“I’m a little scared,” Lucian admitted, trying to convey his emotions without Kai freaking out. His face was pale. “What did you spike it with, Kai? Please tell me…”
“Relax, Bunny. I promise it’s nothing bad. It’s just gonna make you sleepy.”
“O-Okay, so like, a sedative?”
Putting his finger on his chin, Kai pondered the idea with a sly grin. “Is that what it’s called? Yeah, I think so.”
“Where did you get a sedative from, honey?” Lucian asked in a low tone, trying his hardest to keep his composure. Both of his hands met either one of Kai’s shoulders, gripping them tightly as he stared deep into his eyes.
The once sly smile dropped from Kai’s face in seconds once he heard that tone. He bit at one of his nails and avoided eye contact, clearly becoming uncomfortable with his stern gaze.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Kai, I…no, I’m not mad, Kitty…”
Their eyes met. Even with his heart racing, Lucian accepted the affection anyway as Kai pulled him into a kiss. It felt just as nice as it always did. Kai was gentle with him, allowing his fingertips to graze against his back as he held him close. Telling by the way their chests were pressed against each other, Lucian understood that Kai was nervous, too — his heartbeat was just as rapid as his was. Then again, he might've just been excited. It was hard to tell.
Kai’s lips moved to his throat as they usually did, grabbing at his shirt’s neck to lower it and present his collarbones. Lucian hummed a little before softly pushing him off, clearly not in the mood. That only made Kai more frantic.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Kai. Seriously, it’s okay…”
“You’re mad at me.”
“No, I—!”
“I didn’t mean for you to be upset. I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me anymore, okay? Please?”
With a deep breath, Lucian nodded. He felt himself starting to become more woozy as time moved forward. “Okay. I’m not upset. How about you? Are you upset?”
Kai nodded. Lucian caressed his face with his knuckles, trying to console him the best he could without understanding what was going through his mind. Kai’s breathing steadied out instantaneously.
“I really didn’t mean to make you nervous, Lu. I promise I didn’t. It’s just…it’s Christmas and I have one last present and you have to be asleep for a while so I can get it without you seeing, so I thought I could just…I dunno. I’m stupid. I’m sorry…”
It took Lucian a second to process everything he said since his words went a million miles per hour. But once he came to comprehend the whole story, he couldn’t help but laugh that same old laugh Kai fell in love with all those years ago. Blushing heavily, Kai anxiously played with the rings on his fingers to cool off.
“Oh, baby…”
“I’m sorry, Lu. Please don’t be upset.” Kai leaned close to his face with that same worried expression as he wore before.
Lucian stroked his hair back and kissed his forehead, giggling quietly. “I’m not upset at all, cutie.”
“You’re…not?”
Lowering the neck of his shirt again, Lucian presented him with his favorite place to plant his kisses. “Of course not. C’mere…”
Kai tilted his head, evidently debating on whether or not he wanted to believe Lucian’s words. It wasn’t that he was untrustworthy, but he couldn’t tell if the sedative and booze were at play. Lucian giggled a little and pulled him in by his shirt, falling to the couch cushions and letting him sit on his hips.
Kai waved his hand across his face to check his consciousness. Lucian blinked slowly and laughed again.
“I’m awake, silly. I just wanna have some fun before I go to sleep.”
“Are you feeling okay though?”
“Nope, I’m three seconds away from death. I…love…you…”
“Wh-What?!”
“Haha! I’m just messing with you, pretty kitty.”
“Luuu…” Kai whined, tracing his fingertips down his chest with a pout. Once his hands met the end of his shirt, however, that cheeky smile made a return. “Whatever, Lulu-bun.”
“Eww, don’t call me thaaat!” Lucian laughed, shoving him playfully. “Bunny’s fine! Just call me Bunny!”
Kai knew how much he hated sappy nicknames. That’s what made it a hundred times better. “How about…hunny bunny?”
“No!”
“Hm…how abouttt…”
Lucian looked away for a moment, slightly blushing with a stupid grin. “You’re my kitty and I’m your bunny. Leave it at that, silly.”
“Okay, but you call me pretty kitty, sooo…”
“Oh, that’s what this is about, huh?” Lucian purred, moving his thumbs up and down against Kai’s hips. “You can’t one-up pretty kitty. It fits you perfectly. You’re pretty and you look just like a cute, sweet, little teenie-weenie kitty cat. Come onnn, who’s my pretty kitty? Hmm?”
Teasing him, Lucian raised his hand to scratch under his chin like a loving pet owner. Kai grabbed his hand and held it against his lips, kissing his knuckles with a dreamy glint in his eyes.
“I am.”
Lucian’s breaths sharpened as Kai pulled his arm further back, lifting him off the cushions a little for their lips to meet. Upon the initial touch, Lucian immediately relaxed into his grasp, sinking his fingers into his hair to pull him in more. Rather than pulling away after a few hot seconds like he usually did, Lucian noticed Kai’s kisses were still coming just as passionately as the last. It was cute. Typically Lucian was the one who had more stamina, but with the drugs in his system, he struggled to keep up. Apparently Kai thought it was funny as he giggled into their heaving breaths and pulled away.
“Need a minute?”
“Yeah…I think it’s starting to kick in…” Lucian whispered, sinking deeper into the cushions with a deep sigh. “You got some pretty strong stuff, huh?”
Kai bit at his nails again, still inches from Lucian’s face. “Your eyes are big.”
“Yeah?”
“Like…the black part.”
Blinking slowly, all Lucian could do was laugh it off. He could sense Kai becoming nervous, which made him subsequently nervous too, but he tried his best to hide it. He trusted Kai’s judgement on the sedative he used. After all, he’d never do anything to hurt him.
“My pupils might be dilating. Sometimes that happens with sedatives…” Rubbing Kai’s lower back to soothe him, Lucian smiled softly. “It’s probably because you’re right here, too. Your pupils get bigger when you see someone you love.”
“Really?”
“Mhmmm.”
In the blink of an eye, Kai was inches away from his face again — only this time, he was taking in every detail of Lucian’s eyes. Every shade, every shape, every color, Kai memorized within seconds. Feeling his warm breath against his supple skin, Lucian couldn’t help but blush and allow his eyes to become lost within Kai’s.
“You must really love me right now.”
His face grew blurrier and his voice became softer as Lucian slowly slipped away. “You know I do.”
Kai giggled and, again, kissed him. It was impossible to keep them off each other for more than a minute tops. And even in his deteriorating mental state, Lucian thought his neediness was adorable. Constant affection, constant attention, constant devotion — they were, to put it lightly, equally as obsessed as the other. Maybe in different thought processes and ways, but the infatuation they shared was unmatched.
Rather than rocking on his hips in a desperate attempt to get closer, Kai resorted to laying side-by-side with him and tangling their legs together instead. One of Kai’s favorite parts about Lucian was how loving and tender his embraces were. And one of Lucian’s favorite parts about Kai was how eager he was to be held.
Kai’s hands rode underneath Lucian’s shirt. He didn’t mind it.
“Did you…did you have fun today?”
The question somehow threw Kai off from his initial intentions, to pamper him with affection and kisses and love bites all over, and had him stammering over his words instead. “Y-Yeah. You always get me the best presents, Lu…I, uh, I really liked it when we were playing outside together. The snow is always fun…and, um…yeah! I loved all your presents a whole lot!”
“Yeah? Well…I thought all of your presents to me were the best…I really liked them all.”
“Really?
“Mhm…”
Kai glanced away for a moment, smiling to himself almost bashfully. “I’m happy.”
Lucian’s hand met the side of Kai’s face as he inched closer, caressing his cheekbone with the tip of his thumb. “I’m happy too, cutie. The happiest guy in the world.”
That same feeling sparked into his stomach.
“I wanna eat you alive,” Kai whispered.
His tone was so low and gentle as it reverberated in his eardrums that it caused Lucian to shudder a little. “Yeah?”
“Mhm. I wanna rip you open and taste every part of you, all of it, everything. Because you’re mine. You’re mine and only mine. Nobody else can ever have you or touch you or feel you or taste you like I can. I’m the only one who can ever do it, okay?”
Lucian stared at him blankly. Confused at this reaction, Kai tilted his head. Lucian was typically a mess when it came down to his “dirty talk.” (Kai hated it whenever he teased and called it that, but that’s what it essentially was between the two of them.) Rather than blushing or gushing or practically begging for it, Lucian’s warm gaze never faltered from Kai’s face.
“…Lu?”
“Huh? What did you say? I’m sorry, baby. I’m kinda dizzy…”
With a pitiful expression, Kai stroked the hair from his face with his fingertips. Lucian’s eyelids fluttered shut almost instantly upon feeling his gentle touch, leaning his right cheek into the palm of his hand.
“…I love you, Lucian. I promise to be a good boy for you, okay?”
By the time those words left his mouth, Lucian was already fast asleep inside his arms.
/—/—/—/—/—/—/—\—\—\—\—\—\—\
“Lucian, will you marry me?”
Standing under the huge willow tree in their backyard, Lucian turned to see Kai on one knee presenting a tiny box in his hand. Inside was the prettiest ring known to mankind.
“Yes! Yes, oh my God, yes!” Lucian squealed, practically vibrating in excitement.
Suddenly, everyone Lucian knew surrounded them, clapping and cheering for the newly announced fiancés. Lucian scanned the audience once or twice before reaching to help Kai up, smiling like an idiot.
“We’re getting married now,” Kai said.
“Okay!” Lucian bubbled.
“Then we’re gonna go on our honeymoon to the beach. It’s gonna be so romantic. I’ll even protect you from all the fish in the water, we’re gonna have them removed and everything by the government and fire firefighters.”
“Okay!”
“You’re so cool, Lucian. You’re the coolest guy ever,” Kai purred while batting his eyelashes cutely. His face somehow looked even prettier than before. “I wanna marry you so bad, please marry me now.”
“Okay!”
“I promise to be a good boy for you, okay?”
Those words took a moment to register before Lucian understood why they felt so familiar.
His eyelids fluttered as his consciousness slowly became grounded back into reality, his heart still racing from the initial question Kai popped onto him — he wished that part would’ve been real.
Running his hands along the mattress, Lucian let out a soft moan while struggling to keep his eyes open. He allowed himself to collapse into the warm embrace of his pillows and blankets for a moment before letting out a sigh and forcing himself to stretch out in order to wake up some more. Only then did he realize that he was in their bed rather than the living room couch.
“Kai must’ve carried me…” he thought to himself with a silly smile spreading across his face. “Cutie. I’m surprised I didn’t wake up. I must’ve been wasted…”
Stretching his arms high above his head and yawning, Lucian prepared himself to sit up and take on another day. However, before he could muster up enough energy, he looked side to side for Kai’s presence. Unsurprisingly, he was nowhere to be seen.
“Hopefully he got some sleep last night…” Lucian’s eyebrows furrowed from the thought of his boyfriend pulling yet another all-nighter despite his scolding. “Probably not. He’s always avoiding it.”
Then, he finally sat up. His body was still reasonably groggy from the alcohol, but more importantly, the sedatives from last night. Upon recalling that conversation from last night, Lucian rubbed his temples and sighed again.
“I can’t even remember what happened. Hopefully I didn’t do anything weird. God, that would be so embarr—!”
Blood. Lucian’s hands trembled ever so slightly as his eyes comprehended the crimson red stains all over his shirt. He ripped the covers off to see that the blood had sunk into some of the sheets and blankets, presumably from the same source.
“Kai…?” His voice cracked with emotion and a mixture of grogginess as he stepped out of bed, trying to keep calm. “Kai, baby, come here!”
No answer. Lucian patted himself down and checked out the rest of his body, feeling out how much blood there really was. To his dismay, he found more on his boxers and thighs. It appeared that blood was from the huge splash across his shirt, but he couldn’t be sure.
Rubbing his hands down the damp fabric of the shirt, a bolt of pain suddenly overwhelmed his senses. He tumbled backward to the mattress again, stunned by how intense the sensation was. When the pain finally reached a point of equilibrium, Lucian let out a sharp breath and pulled up his shirt to see the cause.
There, he saw four inches of black stitches embedded into his skin, holding a giant incision together on the right side of his lower abdomen, right beneath his ribcage. His eyes widened in pure horror.
“K-Kai…” he gasped, his voice terribly shaky and uneven. “Kai, come here!”
“What’s wrong, Bunny?”
There he was. Lucian flinched from the sound of his voice coming from behind, hurriedly turning to see him. As he suspected, Kai stood by the window with a pleasant smile on his face.
Tears built up in the corners of Lucian’s eyes as he gently grabbed at his wound, trembling in utter pain, fear, and confusion. Kai tilted his head a little while evaluating the sight, gradually approaching him.
“Something happened…I-I don’t know what happened, but something happened!” His voice was embarrassingly shaky as he tried to put together a coherent sentence, nervous that Kai may freak out.
Kai’s touch eased a lot of the pain. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Either way, Lucian gazed into his eyes with a terrified expression, desperately trying to remain strong. With Kai’s warm hands grasping his shoulders, he felt a little more grounded into reality.
“It’s okay, honey. Just relax.”
“I-I’m hurt, it hurts, I-I don’t know where it came from, I—!”
Enough pressure built up from Kai’s grasp that it resulted in Lucian fumbling back onto the mattress. The fall was gentle as he was put into a sitting position, his legs dangling off the side of the bed. His eyes were wide with terror, gazing up at Kai. Kai released his shoulders to caress his face.
“I hate it whenever you cry.”
“Kai, I-I’m scared…” Lucian lowered his head shamefully, still grabbing at the mysterious wound. His voice was painfully embedded with tears. “It’s really bad…it’s so bad, there’s blood ev-everywhere, it’s everywhere…”
“Hey. Look at me.”
Lucian raised his head again. Kai moved the hair from his face with that same dreamy smile.
“It’s okay.” His voice was gentler now, his expression unwavering. “You’re alright. I have you. I already made sure everything was okay.”
“Y-You did…?”
“Mhm. Take a deep breath, okay?”
He was right. Lucian allowed his eyes to flutter shut as he focused on his breathing, removing his hand from the wound. Kai then pulled up the shirt himself, his eyes scanning over the neat stitching.
“How bad is it? Please tell me…”
“Not bad at all.”
“Promise?”
“I promise. Now lay down, okay?”
“N-No, it’s gonna hurt…”
“I’ll help you.”
One of Kai’s hands met Lucian’s back and the other rested on his stomach as he helped him lay back down. Pain shot through the entirety of his tummy, but eased out as his head met the soft surface. He hiccupped on his tears and held Kai’s hand instinctively.
“There we go. Here, let’s get your feet up there too, okay? So you’re all nice and warm again.”
“Kai—!”
Before he could finish his sentence, Kai hoisted him back into his original position on the bed. He watched as he grabbed all the bloodied blankets, humming a little while taking in the sight. Tears continued to roll down his face.
“I’ll make it all better. Just wait here for me.”
Lucian shook his head in protest, unable to find the words to express his emotions. Kai, again, caressed his face with a gentle sigh.
“Only for a minute.”
“Please tell me what’s going on. I’ll feel better if you just tell me…”
Kai kissed his forehead before scurrying off to find whatever it was he thought would make the situation any better. Lucian winced as he lowered his fingertips back onto the wound, trying to feel it out and how bad it was. The stitches were evidently done by some sort of professional — there wasn’t a chance Kai had mustered up the talent to perform a surgical move like that.
With yet another shaky breath, Lucian swallowed hard and tried to regain his cool. It seemed like everything was going to be fine with Kai being completely aware of the situation and seemingly okay with it. After all, Kai would’ve reacted very differently if he thought Lucian was in any sort of danger. That’s why, when he returned, Lucian was sure to have his composure back by then.
Upon seeing Kai struggling with balancing various items tucked in his arms, Lucian smiled warmly and laughed a little. That seemed to bring a sense of relief to Kai, seeing as he smiled right back at him with easing shoulders.
“It feels like we’re playing doctor again.”
Kai set out all of the things he thought would help Lucian through his troubles, including a pair of fresh pajamas, water, and a stuffed animal. “You liked playing that game, huh?”
“Mhm. I liked it better when you were the patient, though…”
Humming softly, Kai continued to organize the belongings. “You were a good doctor, Lulu.”
“You were too.” Lucian’s eyes followed Kai’s hand movements, trying to capture everything that was going on. “Are you gonna tell me about my sickness now? And everything that happened to me?”
“Haha, that was the fun part, huh? Making up stories about what happened…” Kai purred, pulling out an unfamiliar pill bottle.
Lucian shuddered. “Please don’t make it up this time…I wanna know what actually happened.”
Nodding firmly, Kai’s eyes finally met his. “That’s fair. Here, I’ll start from the beginning…”
Crawling onto the bed, Kai hovered over him. Even in his current state, Lucian became antsy upon seeing it, blushing heavily. He loved it whenever Kai’s hair swept over his face like that.
“There’s a really pretty boy I love. His name is Lucian,” he hummed softly, resting himself onto Lucian’s hips. The weight of his body didn’t bother him at all, despite being close to his wound — he purposely scaled it out to ensure there wasn’t any pressure on Lucian's tummy. “He has the prettiest eyes you’ll ever see. They’re so pretty that…I kind of wanna rip ‘em out just to see them closer.”
Lucian giggled. Kai continued.
“When I kiss him, I feel like I’m floating. But…I always feel like I wanna be closer. Like I want to be inside of him with all his cute organs and guts. That’s where I’ve always wanted to be. But…it’s hard to think of a way I could be there forever.”
Kai’s hand rode up his shirt. Lucian didn’t stop him, watching as he pushed it so far up that it got bunched beneath his chin. The entirety of his chest and tummy were exposed all for Kai’s liking, his eyes sweeping over it to catch what felt like every detail. Lucian’s shallow breaths were easier to see now that he was uncovered like this.
“But Lucian’s a very special boy, so I kept on thinking of a way I could make it happen. And, of course, I’d finally think of it right before Christmas! I knew it would be the perfect present, so I planned everything out the best I could.”
Kai’s fingertips traced against the stitches. Lucian shivered from the sensation, preparing to feel pain but being delighted to feel nothing but butterflies in his stomach.
“I went and got sleeping medicine from Thomas first. Then, I put my pretty Bunny to sleep. And after he was sound asleep and ready, I went and found a doctor who could help me. He was a good doctor, but a very bad man. I invited him over to have sex with me! And when he came over, bam! I threatened to leak all the messages and kill his entire family if he didn’t help me out!”
Kai dug his knees into the mattress as he sat back up, leaning forward to have his face inches away from Lucian’s. Telling by how red it was, Lucian clearly liked it.
Kai rubbed his lips against Lucian’s ear. “You wanna know what he did for me, Lu?”
“…Yeah,” Lucian’s voice was airless, his body practically trembling from excitement he tried to resist.
With a hoarse giggle, Kai backed away to look him in the eyes again. Their gaze was palpable.
“I made him take out your kidney and put mine in instead. That way, I’ll always be there with you…and you’ll always be with me.”
Lucian stared at him longingly, rendered speechless by his explanation. For a good while, he thought he was joking, that there was no possible way that he had really done something like that. But seeing the look of pure adoration decorated in his irises, he knew that was far from the truth.
“I made sure he was gentle with you. When he tore you open, he let me see inside, too. Lucian, it was wonderful. You have the prettiest organs I’ve ever seen in my whole life. And then, I watched him put me inside of you…I watched it go inside…”
Those words were lingering in Lucian’s head longer than they probably should’ve as he bit his lip, becoming more and more restless under his grasp.
“It hurt, but I didn’t care. I made him keep me awake so I could see how he was handling you…and because I wanted to see inside you, too.”
“…You didn’t really do that, right? You’re just playing around, right?” Lucian trembled a little as he asked, eager to hear the answer.
Kai cheekily hummed. “It was the prettiest kidney I’ve ever seen, Lulu. No, the prettiest organ I’ve ever seen. He cut you open and took it out and let me see it real good before he put it in. Oh, baby, it was beautiful.”
What seemed to be terror decorated in Lucian’s eyes melted into pure adoration as he slowly batted his eyelashes, silently inviting him into his loving embrace. Kai took it upon himself to interlock their lips. In a matter of seconds, Lucian grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him down to rest on top of him, clutching at the fabric as though it was the last day on Earth. Kai reciprocated the passion by allowing his hands to run down his body, calculating every inch of skin he still needed to visit — from his throat all the way to his waist.
With heaving breaths and his eyes fluttering open just enough to take in Kai’s longing gaze, Lucian wrapped his arms around his shoulders to pull him indefinitely closer. “I shouldn’t…get like this.”
“Get like what?”
Lucian allowed himself to sink further into the pillows, examining every detail of Kai’s face. “Y’know, all…excited.”
It took Kai a while to register what he meant. But when he finally did, his cheeks looked as though they were engulfed in flames. Kai grazed his knuckles against Lucian’s cheekbones and leaned close in kissing range. There was no climax.
“I like it.”
“What?”
“I like it when I make you excited,” Kai confessed sheepishly. “It makes you taste better.”
Their lips connected for a moment before Lucian hurriedly cut it off. “A-Are you excited too…?”
Grabbing either side of his face, Kai nodded with a dreamy glint in his eyes. Their mouths entwined again, only this time more passionately as Lucian’s fingers found their way through every individual curl of his boyfriend’s hair. He tasted better than ever.
Lucian’s breaths sharpened in delight whenever he felt the warmth of Kai’s saliva intermixing with his own. It was evident by his kisses that Kai was stuck in an endless loop of desperation — even more so once he began rocking and shifting on Lucian’s hips, struggling to control himself. It was cute knowing Kai didn’t understand his own body language, but even cuter whenever he imagined what must be going through his pretty head.
As they pulled away to take a quick breathing break, Kai couldn’t help but nudge his fingertips against Lucian’s stitches ever so slightly. A sharp breath of delight escaped Lucian’s lips as he reeled his head back, exposing his neck’s sensitive skin that Kai loved to abuse. Almost instinctively, he trailed his tongue from his sternum all the way to the bottom of his chin.
“K-Kai…”
His shaky voice worried him. “You okay?”
With shallow breaths, Lucian swallowed hard. “You can touch me…however you want.”
Kai kissed right beneath his chin and hummed. “Where’s your favorite spot, Lu?”
It was a question Lucian never considered before. Blinking rapidly in hopes of finding an answer before the silence grew too thick, Lucian allowed himself to let out a nervous laugh. Kai’s expression grew softer.
“I don’t know, I mean…do you have a favorite spot?”
“Of course I do.”
Lucian blushed heavier, his mind wandering through all the possibilities of his preferences. He never really thought about it before, but now he was dying to know.
“Then…just touch me there, then.”
“Haha! You make it sound weird.”
“W-Well, I just…I want you to be happy.”
“I am happy. Just being with you makes me happy,” Kai purred, his hands slowly but surely lowering past his waist. “But I can keep going, if you want.”
Lucian’s heart rate spiked upon feeling Kai’s fingers run against his boxers — but it slowed once the sensation ran beneath the fabric and onto his thighs, littered with one or two love bites. (Which was funny considering everywhere else on his body had at least five.)
“I love your thighs a lot. They’re always so warm and nice to put my head on,” Kai explained with an adoring glint in his eyes. “And when I love on you, they bleed a whole lot more and taste really good.”
Before Lucian could respond, he continued.
“But my super duper favorite part is your tummy,” Kai hummed. It was apparent by his dazed eyes that he was in a whole other world, daydreaming about all the times he shared with Lucian, leaving love bites all over. “It’s so cute. I like imagining all your sweet organs lined up inside.”
And with that, Kai’s hands remained in the areas Lucian liked to be touched in — his tummy, his waist, his chest, his shoulders, never anywhere that would make him nervous. That respect alone turned Lucian on more.
“I think that’s my favorite spot, too…”
“Really?”
“Mhm! But…I think I like it when you touch me anywhere, Kitty. Anywhere…”
“…You sound sort of sad, Bunny.”
“Haha, I’m not!” Lucian gushed, cradling Kai’s head close to his neck. “I just…I love you so much…I can’t live without you…”
Tears rolled down his cheeks once the reality of the situation finally began to settle into his mind fully, knowing that a piece of Kai was always going to be in him — knowing they’d never be apart again. His fingernails accidentally dug into Kai’s scalp from the overwhelming amount of adoration he had swirling inside, desperate for a release. (Not that Kai minded it.)
“I wanna be with you forever…”
Kai’s gaze met him from between the bridge of his freckled nose. “Forever, Lulu.”
Their lips met. It was so teeth-rottingly sweet that Lucian spiraled into the delusion that it was some sort of fantastical dream. He shuddered once he realized just how real it was — just how real every gentle and lingering touch was. He was captivated by the moment. Maybe that’s why his eyes took a while to flutter back open, even when Kai backed away to bury his face deep into the crook of his neck again.
Lucian’s fingertips grazed over Kai’s fresh wound, searching for the words to describe his emotional state. His lips parted as though he wanted to speak, but the sound hesitated to leave his voice box.
“I’m right there…?”
Kai placed his hand over top of Lucian’s. “Yep. You’re right there.”
Kai smiled. Lucian smiled too.
“We’re gonna have the cutest matching scars now!” Lucian bubbled, wiggling around excitedly. His burst of energy took Kai aback. “‘Hey, how’d you get that scar?’ ‘My boyfriend and I had a kidney transplant!’ That’s, like, the cutest thing ever!”
“Haha, yeah…” Kai hummed. It was evident from his face that he couldn’t care less about what Lucian was actually saying, simply taking in all his beauty. Snapping out of his daze, Kai sat up a little. “You think we can read each other’s minds now that we share an organ?” Kai pondered out loud, his eyes aglow from the mere thought of it.
Lucian giggled, pulling him into his lap. Kai wrapped his legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders, inching close to his face.
“Let’s see. Put your forehead against mine.”
Kai obeyed his orders and pressed their foreheads together, allowing his eyes to flutter shut. Lucian hummed and let his hands run up his back.
“Okay. On the count of three. Ready?”
“Ready.”
“One…two…”
And in unison, they spoke — “I love you!”
Laughter filled the air as they both playfully shoved each other, pleasantly surprised by the results. Kai fell onto his back and took Lucian with him, locking his legs tightly around his waist. Neither of them minded how close the other was, or really the position they were in, kissing and tickling each other nonstop.
“Ow! Stop! Stop!” Kai cried, flailing his arms about and attempting to squirm from Lucian’s tickle attack.
“You stole my kidney! It’s only fair!”
“No! No! Ow! Stoppp!!”
Lucian hesitated with his next move, trying to read Kai’s face to find any indications of him truly being in pain. But the moment he realized he was being played, it was all too late. Kai sprang up and gave him a nice big bite on his collarbone. Blood spilled from the gash, furthering the stain on Lucian’s shirt and in between Kai’s teeth.
Kai laughed hysterically. Lucian scoffed with a playful smile.
“You little—…”
“Aww, I was just playinggg…” Kai purred, finally managing to sit up and create enough distance between him to ensure his safety. “Get me back!”
Lucian squinted his eyes suspiciously. “My tummy hurts. I’m not chasing you.”
“Get me baaack…”
“Kitty—!”
“Guess I win!”
That set it off. Lucian scoffed and grabbed Kai’s shirt in a millisecond, yanking him close enough for him to have a taste. Blush protruded on Kai’s cheeks with wide eyes, but his sly smile remained unwavered.
“You wanna take that back?”
“Mmh…nope!”
“Okay.”
And in that same moment, Kai was pinned against the bed’s headboard, completely at Lucian’s mercy. He laughed and laughed, squirming as much as he could despite his aching wound begging him to stop — despite Lucian’s eager eyes burning into him.
“Luluuu, you’re so mean to meee…” Kai whined playfully, sliding his tongue against his blood-stained teeth with a soft giggle. “Are you gonna get me back?”
His teeth sunk deep into the side of Kai’s neck. Kai let out a squeal of joy despite how brutal the bite was. Blood vigorously poured out from the wound as Lucian loosened his jaw’s pressure, smearing all over his mouth, chin, and throat. Any other guy probably would’ve had tears building up in the corner of his eyes just because of how hard the bite was, but Kai remained completely unphased. As usual.
“Bunny,” Kai purred, taking Lucian’s chin into his hand and squeezing his cheeks tightly. “Don’t just use your…um…sharp teeth.”
“Canine?”
“Yeah! Don’t just use your canine teeth, you gotta use them all. That’s why it’s not going as deep as mine.”
Lucian huffed. Kai released him and pulled down the collar of his shirt to reveal more space dedicated to Lucian’s love bites.
“Here, try again,” he purred.
“No. You’re gonna laugh at me.”
“Nuh-uh!”
“You just did!”
“Baby, I only laugh ‘cause you’re cute…”
Rolling his eyes, Lucian pinned him against the headboard again. Kai watched him eagerly, lowering his head just enough for his gaze to be leveled with the bridge of his nose. He looked the prettiest when he made that face.
“I’m not trying to be cute. I’m trying to be scary,” Lucian reminded him.
“Right. Scary. Okay. Scary.”
“You’re trying to convince yourself…”
“No! It’s scary! I’m scared! Aaah!”
“Kai! Quit that!”
With a sly laugh, Kai repositioned himself against the headboard. Then, in the blink of an eye, the look of fear flashed across his face. Lucian was both amazed and weirded out by how easily Kai could manipulate his expressions to make them appear so genuine, but tried his hardest to play into it.
“Please don’t hurt me…”
Lucian hated and loved that voice at the same time. With blush covering the entirety of his face, he shook his head. His hands were still wrapped around Kai’s wrists, pinned above his head.
“…I like it better when you tease me.”
And in a split second, Kai’s original smug grin returned. “You’re too sweet, Lulu.”
Lucian’s mouth opened. Kai’s eyes lingered on every individual tooth in his mouth before he leaned into the crook of his neck, piercing his skin slowly. It hurt worse. Kai smiled when feeling the pressure becoming stronger, simply from the advice he’d given him before.
“Owww…” Kai whined, wiping the grin off his face to please his boyfriend. “Good job, Lulu. That one was real nice.”
With his lips still grazing his skin, Lucian released his wrists and hummed out a response. “You mean it?”
The lack of restraint on his wrists allowed Kai to warmly embrace him, pressing their chests against each other and lazily resting his head on his shoulder. “Mhm. Gimmie another…”
“You wish.” Lucian squeezed him tight, burying his face in Kai’s curls. “I’m sleepy, baby…”
“Wanna take a nap?”
“…You’re up for that?”
Kai grumbled a little. “Well, you’re not the only one who got stitches, y’know…”
“I guess that’s true,” Lucian hummed. “I need to get changed first, though.”
“Nooo! I like how you are now.”
“With blood all over me?”
“Mhm!”
“You’re so silly. Lemme get some pants on, at least.”
Kai squeezed him more to ensure there would be no escape route. “Nooo…”
“Kaiii…”
It was too easy to give in. Sighing defeatedly, he let Kai pull him underneath the covers again, cuddling against his chest like a big teddy bear.
hie!! #8 for your elsen oc with the burnt hands please!
8. What is the origin of their personality? And let's be honest - how much of it is projecting?
Howdy! That would beee Hexame! As for where his personality came from, assuming this is asking from a character creation pov, the base idea for him was, in short, "cannibal scientist that's kind of a prick" as I love making weird lil unethical mad scientists.
Initially, as seen in like... one of the earliest sketches I have of him, an idea I was rotating was that he just kinda didn't give a shit and murdered people for sugar/cannibalism purposes under the excuse of Well That's Just How It Is Here :/ especially given his job of overseeing some aspects of sugar production. I wasn't quite happy with that because it seemed too straightforward for him just to be "oo cannibalistic vesper elsenn," so after creating more characters and getting a better grasp on how all of them interact with each other, that definitely changed course.
As for his current personality, in short, I think he's more along the lines of "guy who cares way too much for the job he has and ends up pushing others away first so he doesn't Have to care as a result" along with "guy who feels like there's no way to change things" which came from rotating the original idea of him "fitting in" to being a sugar scientist (by vesper standards - you know, probably unethical things like "how to get more sugar per corpse" and "studying sugar creation itself closely") and flipping it to him absolutely not fitting into that position as I found it far more interesting for him to be Like That but absolutely hate his own work and vices. I also felt it was more interesting for him to be caring yet an anxious coward instead of being another elsen in Vesper who just didn't care. He wants sugar production to stop but feels like its useless to try. He cares about others a lot, but purposefully acts like a prick with the view that "they don't care about me so I don't have to care about them" so that working on sugar production is easier. He hates being addicted to sugar because he finds its creation unethical, yet he's also a literal cannibal, even if its not him himself killing anyone.
And, for a character note, the main thing that made him have that view in story re. sugar originated from him attempting to cold turkey quit sugar and cannibalizing someone in a burnt fit unintentionally as a result and being, not literally, haunted by that.
I love rotating Hexame aside from serious story stuff esp post story he is just a freak goofass. More stuff & art abt him (+ others!) can be found here https://toyhou.se/27834611.hexame (Hexame's ToyHouse page) and here https://toyhou.se/~world/185827.recycle (the AU's ToyHouse page - extra info & the chars are listed here :))!
