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my freak-of-nature wof oc who's being taken care of by the Jade Winglet,,,,, she's also darkstalker's kid but she doesn't kno dat LOL
she's kind of an AllWing???? no frost breath or swimming abilities because darkstalker is still petty about arctic and fathom :p
she has a thing. on ao3. if that's important to anyone.
reblogs appreciated ( ＾ω＾)
seems that i cant help but humor stone. because heres a little comic for stargazing. i wouldve done more but i ran outta ideas </3
(hopefully tumblr doesnt eat the quality. i have no idea how it affects photos from asks)
Stone is officially in love with this little comic and so am I. I cannot even choose which part of this I am the most in love with.
Once again, the way you draw Stone's eyes is AMAZING!!! But also Cat!Sylvester is sooo cute!!! His little "step step step step" part is making me melt from how cute he looks. AND THEN Sylvester in human form in the last panel????
He's sleepy but he looks ethereal. I love the way you drew his hair and how it flows down to his shoulders.
Actually, I take it back. I'm in love with every part of this comic.
Sweet as Sugar
It is finally time for Adrian to get what he's been dreaming about. Well, not as exactly as he dreams about. :)
CW: SMUT, Top!Julius, Bottom!Adrian, Oral Sex, Protected Anal Sex, Aftercare (Kinda)
Word Count: 1,786
The feeling of being wrapped in his boyfriend, Julius's arms was heavenly for Adrian, just as heavenly as was kissing him. Right now both were happening to him and his head felt like it was spinning in the best way possible.
He whined when his boyfriend pulled away with a smile that made him melt against the bed. He would do anything to have Julius look at him like that forever.
"You're so insatiable, sugar," Julius said with a chuckle, his dark brown eyes taking in the flushed look on the younger man's face. He pulled Adrian closer to him. "What do you want?"
Adrian thought about it, so many memories of the fantasies he had been having for weeks now flashing in his mind's eye. He wanted so many things, craved to feel things only Julius could make him feel. It was almost overwhelming.
"Will...." His words trailed off, becoming shy as his face burned red. His blue eyes dropped to Julius's lips, breaking the eye contact. "Will you make love to me, please?"
Of all of the things he wanted, he craved the connection with Julius. He craved knowing he was loved, that this was more than sex. He craved the intimacy and the knowledge that he was safe.
Julius's calloused fingers gently gripped the younger man's chin and lifted it until they were back to looking into each other's eyes. There was no hint of disgust or judgement in his face, only warmth and softness.
For as long as they had known each other, the older man was a beacon to Adrian, the light in the dark that threatened to consume him until nothing was left except despair.
Julius leaned in until their noses were touching and he nuzzled the man in front of him. "Of course I can make love to you, Adrian," he murmured in reply.
With those words, he took Adrian's lips with his in a kiss that made the younger man feel warm inside. His movements were languid, drawing out the neediness in Adrian. Yet despite it all, his grip on Adrian was unbreakable, strong yet soft all the same.
A gasp left Adrian's lips when Julius pulled back to press a kiss against his jaw and his hands went to grip his boyfriend's shoulders. His eyes fluttered as he felt his boyfriend's lips gently kiss from his jaw all the way down to his collarbone, barely nipping just enough to drive Adrian wild.
"You're such a good boy for me," Julius said against Adrian's skin. His eyes were somehow even darker than usual, lust mixed with love in them.
The praise made Adrian's pants tighten and he wiggled his hips slightly at the sensation. He sat up briefly to help Julius take off his shirt, shivering at the cold hitting his bare skin.
The cold didn't last long as Julius's mouth descended upon him, kissing and licking at Adrian's chest. Adrian's back lifted off the mattress as he mewled, his hands gripping the bedsheets beneath him.
He all but orgasmed when he felt the slight graze of Julius's sharp fangs against his nipple.
"Julius!"
Embarrassment flooded him as he registered how loud he had become and he slapped his hand against his mouth. Another gasp left him as he felt and heard Julius tsk at him, the vibrations against his skin a delicious sensation he wanted more of.
Julius reached up and gently moved Adrian's hand away from his mouth. He kissed the palm of it, soothing any thoughts that Adrian had made him mad.
"Don't hide those sounds from, Adrian. I want to hear them all."
Adrian nodded in understanding, letting his hand fall once Julius released it. He was rewarded with Julius going back to his ministrations.
Julius kissed his way down to Adrian's navel before unbuttoning the shorter man's pants and pulling them down, boxers and all. Adrian laid bare for his boyfriend to see and it excited him, the way he couldn't escape Julius's gaze.
"How beautiful."
Those two words made Adrian groan, his poor weeping cock somehow getting harder. It was only made worse by Julius breathing hot air on him, watching him twitch at the sensation. He shuddered when Julius did it once more.
"Don't—" His whine was cut off by his breath being taken away from him as Julius suddenly surged forward and took him in his mouth.
It took everything in him not to buck up into Julius's mouth, to take the slow rhythm his boyfriend set out. Though it did help that Julius's warm and big hands were on his waist, keeping him still as he sucked.
The view of his boyfriend sucking him was one that made him stare in awe. Unlike him who was inexperienced at best, Julius seemed to know what he was doing as he bobbed his head up and down Adrian's shaft. Julius's tongue made him whine as it licked him in time with the sucking, pleasure washing over him in waves.
He squeezed his thighs, hoping he wouldn't burst and come too soon. He wanted more. He wanted everything his boyfriend could give him.
Thankfully, Julius seemed to know when he was getting dangerously close to his peak and he pulled off the shorter man. He had a satisfied smile on his face as he ran his hand up Adrian's body.
"Do you want to continue or do you want to cum on my tongue?"
The words were said so casually, Adrian almost hadn't registered the husky tone in his voice. His eyes had a sparkle in them and his robe had a visible tent in them.
Adrian had a feeling Julius would be more than satisfied if all that was done was him sucking Adrian off.
"I want to continue, please. I want you inside of me," Adrian replied, being brave.
Julius didn't hesitate in opening his robe, untying the strings and letting it fall down beneath him as he pulled his burly arms out of the sleeves. He folded the robe neatly, giving Adrian a show of his big and hairy frame.
He set it on the nightstand and while there, he opened a drawer. He grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom, pulling back to give Adrian a kiss.
During the kiss, Adrian felt Julius's hands gently spreading his legs open and he let him. He wanted to fall apart on Julius's cock.
He heard the lube bottle open with a small "pop!" and heard the drizzle of the lube onto Julius's thick fingers. He pulled back, wanting to watch Julius's finger sink inside of him.
"Relax for me, Adrian," Julius said, his voice practically a soft order. His finger slid inside and they both groaned. "There you go, let me in."
Despite the new sensation, Adrian felt safe. He stared into his boyfriend's kind eyes and knew everything would be alright. So he took a deep breath and relaxed farther, opening up even more for Julius.
It was enough for Julius to add a second finger, to work his hole until he could even fit a third finger. Even with just Julius's fingers, Adrian felt so full already. Yet, he was still so needy.
He bucked his hips in time with Julius's fingers sliding in and out of him, gasps and moans freely resounding through the room. He didn't know how this could get even better, but he knew it would.
After a while of making sure his boyfriend was fully prepared, Julius withdrew his fingers. It left Adrian feeling empty but he couldn't focus on the feeling as Julius rolled the condom onto his cock and lubed himself up. They locked eyes as Julius maneuvered himself in front of Adrian's hole and gently pushed in.
God, Adrian thought to himself, he was so big.
The eye contact only made it better as Julius slid inside him inch by inch, his hands gently gripping Adrian's hips. They groaned in unison when Julius was fully sheathed inside of him. He stilled to let the younger man get used to the new sensation.
Tears prickled in Adrian's eyes and he blinked them away, feeling so stretched out. His hands reached out in front of him until they settled on the expanse of Julius's chest. His boyfriend's heartbeat was a strong thrum underneath his fingers, grounding him to reality.
Seconds ticked by, the only sounds being both of them breathing heavily. Each moment that passed was a moment where Adrian grew more and more used to having Julius's cock inside of him.
"Please move," he said after a while, so aware of how needy he sounded.
When Julius slowly pulled out until only the tip of him was inside and then pushed back inside just as slowly, it felt like Adrian's whole world was being turned upside down. His breath left his chest as he felt the heaviness of Julius loom over him.
He hooked his legs around Julius's waist as if he was afraid he'd disappear and the movement pulled Julius in even closer. Their chests rubbed against each other's and Julius thrusted. Adrian couldn't stop the moans from getting louder.
The only word he could speak was "Julius" over and over again, his body feeling like it was on cloud nine from the pleasure. His eyes focused on nothing and everything at once, his hands gripping Julius all over until he didn't know where they were.
"You're doing so well for me," Julius groaned, the only words that registered in Adrian's brain. He punctuated his words with his thrusts. "You feel so good around me."
The pleasure grew and grew until Adrian truly couldn't take it anymore. He needed to come.
"I love you," he breathlessly whispered before his vision turned white.
His ears rang as his body twitched and shuddered. He felt the orgasm rip through him as he spilled against their stomachs, breathless whimpers filling the room.
Throughout it all, Julius never once stopped his movements. They did become sloppy until his hips stuttered to a stop, his eyes closing as he dropped his head on Adrian's shoulder.
They were both twitchy and sensitive, even when Julius finally pulled away from Adrian after catching his breath. He managed to throw his used condom in the trash, falling onto the bed before gently grabbing Adrian and pulling him close to his chest.
Adrian closed his eyes and nuzzled his head into the crook of the older man's neck. He felt so relaxed and worn-out, no doubt looking so blissed.
He sighed happily as he felt Julius's fingers running through his hair and he felt Julius press a kiss to his head.
"I love you too, Adrian. So much."
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There were parts of this that I didn't like as much as the rest, but I like the way this turned out overall. Let these two enjoy sweet, soft sex.
Now hopefully Adrian can stop pestering me for smut now.
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A Nice Wake-Up Call
Kali gave me this idea while I was in the car on the way to my sister's. Smh.
CW: SMUT, Oral Sex
Word Count: 877
The rays of sunlight were splintered off into separate beams as it shone through the draped windows and hit Ashok's eyes, making him gently stir awake. His movements were careful as he stretched his body out to get rid of the lingering sleepiness.
A smile graced his face as he looked over to see his lovely husband also stirring beside him. His brown eyes met Adam's crimson ones and he leaned in for a kiss.
Normally, he would've been put off by the fact that they hadn't brushed their teeth yet and were kissing, but Adam never cared and he found himself slowly developing the same attitude. At least, he was developing the same attitude towards kissing before their teeth were brushed.
He sighed against his husband's lips, taking in the joy that came from being wrapped in Adam's scent. He fell in his husband's arms and drew closer towards the older man.
The kiss soon evolved from sweet and tender to one full of passion. Ashok groaned softly, the need to do something more with his mouth overtaking him. It was so much that he barely registered his own body pulling away from Adam.
He licked his lips and moved downwards on the bed. His husband's confused stare bore into the back of his head but he ignored it in favor of pulling down Adam's pants and boxers. The sight that awaited him made his mouth water.
"Doll?" Adam asked, confusion and desire laced in his voice. He let out a groan when Ashok responded by taking Adam's cock in his mouth. "Fuck, doll."
As Ashok's lips wrapped around his husband's girth, a scenario where his husband was using his mouth as just a hole to fuck filled his mind. He clenched his thighs together, the thought of being used freely by his husband was one that sent shivers of pleasure down his spine.
No, he thought to himself. He couldn't be thinking of these things. Not when he didn't know if his husband would think it too extreme or not.
So with great difficulty, he focused on bobbing his head up and down the shaft of the dick in his mouth. He wanted to make his husband feel good—no, he wanted his husband to feel amazing. He'd do anything for it.
He licked in time with his sucking, wanting to please his husband. A heavy hand was placed on the back of his head and he couldn't shake the image of said hand pushing him to take more.
He moaned around Adam's cock, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation for his husband as he worked his way down until his lips wrapped around the base. Having his husband hit the back of his throat almost made his eyes roll to the back of his head and he hoped it wasn't painfully obvious how blissful the position was for him.
He wanted to be a fuck toy—a sex doll—for Adam in that moment, but he pushed the desire aside. He pulled back until only the tip was wrapped around his lips before he resumed the oral act.
With his cheeks hollowed out to give the best head he could possibly give, he sped up his actions. His eyes locked onto his husband's face, startled to find the older man was staring at him intensely with heat that warmed him to the core.
Adam bucked his hips upwards slightly. "That's it, doll. Worship that dick," he murmured, his fingers intertwining in the curls of Ashok's black hair. "You're being so good for me."
The praise washed over the younger man and he focused on trying to make his husband do more than grunt. He wanted moans from the dominant man below him.
With everything, Adam made him work for it. Even when Ashok bobbed his head up and down as fast as skillfully as he could and used every trick he had up his sleeve.
Finally, when Adam's orgasm drew near, Ashok heard what he could only describe as music to his hears. Deep, guttural moans resonated from Adam's chest, his fingers tightening their grip on Ashok's hair.
Ashok kept up the attention he was lavishing on his husband's dick, his tongue sliding across the cockhead to hopefully push his husband over. The result was quick, the strong thighs beneath him tensing.
He was shamelessly greedy as he lapped up every cum that poured from Adam, taking care to swallow it all. He licked his husband clean before pulling back completely, his own cock hard in his pants.
"Was I good?" he asked Adam, unable to help but search for more praise.
Adam sat up, using his elbows to push himself into a sitting position, and he wrapped his arms around the taller man. He pulled his husband in until Ashok was sitting on his lap with his legs comfortably on either side of Adam's thighs.
"You were so good for me, doll," he purred into Ashok ear. His hand went from the taller man's waist to the bulge in his pants. He palmed the bulge roughly, knowing it would predictably make the man in his lap rock his hips for more.
He gave his husband a smug smirk.
"Let me reward you."
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I don't fully like this, but this is the best I can do at the time that it is (it's close to 1 in the morning right now). And yeah, this is what Kali gives me when I was supposed to be enjoying my time with my family.
He better be grateful I even gave him anything at all, smh. /lh
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Domination at its Finest
I have caved. Officially, I have caved into the desires of the OCs. No, I will not be proofreading this.
CW: SMUT, Dom!Heartthrob, Dom!Sylvester, Sub!Stone, Top!Heartthrob, Bottom!Stone, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Daddy Kink, Sir Kink, Praise Kink, Voyeurism, Dumbification Kink, Oral Sex, Protected Anal Sex, Aftercare
Word Count: 2,019
Vikram's heart was racing as he kneeled in the bedroom, his hands folded behind his back as his posture was straight as always. His heart was racing not out of nervousness, but excitement.
It had been so long since he had sex with his partners, all of them being so busy with the kids who still lived in the house and all that came with having such a large family. He loved their kids, so much, but he felt the safest when he was submitting to his partners, letting them control what happened and just being led to the most pleasant of pleasures.
He had his head bowed, unable to see everything in the room but knowing that he was safe. He knew that Sylvester was sitting in a corner where he could watch everything from a comfortable chair and he knew Fariz was washing his hands in the master bathroom, drawing this out as a power play.
Fariz wanted Vikram to be good, to stay in the position he had ordered him to take. And Vikram was going to relish in being good for his boyfriend. He could be good—he will be good.
No matter how antsy the waiting was making him and how hard his cock was against his thighs, he was going to keep kneeling and stay kneeling until Fariz told him he could move.
Finally, the door to the bathroom opened and heavy footsteps were heard before a pair of bare feet stood in front of Vikram. Due to his tall height, he had to bow his head a little more than most people would for his face to be right in front of Fariz's clothed crotch. He instinctively licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to have his mouth stuffed with his boyfriend's cock.
And in due time, he would. He once again had to remind himself to be patient.
"Good boy," Fariz said after letting tension build up for a few seconds. His hand rested on the taller man's head, his fingers entangling themself in the black locks of hair. He pulled the strands gently, knowing Vikram would reward him with a small moan—and Vikram predictably did so. "Did he stay in his position like I asked him to?"
His question was directed towards Sylvester who was still comfortably sitting in the corner. Sylvester didn't speak, but Vikram knew from the way Fariz hummed in approval that their partner had nodded his head in confirmation that Vikram was good.
Fariz gently moved his fingers down Vikram's face until he could tilt Vikram's chin upwards so they locked eyes. "You're being such a good boy for Daddy and Sir," he stated with a sultry purr. His other hand came up to caress the scarred man's cheek, lovingly tracing the knife scar on his right cheek. "And I have the perfect reward, baby."
Vikram watched with eager eyes as Fariz removed his hands from Vikram's face, only for those hands to go to Fariz's belt as Fariz was only in pants and underwear. His mouth watered as Fariz slowly but surely unbuckled his belt, taking it off.
Fariz discarded the belt with no care to where it'd end up and proceeded to unbutton his pants, still putting on a show for Vikram. He chuckled when he saw Vikram literally drooling. He thankfully didn't make Vikram wait long for the final act as he took out his cock from his pants and underwear, allowing the half-hard dick to rest between his legs.
It took everything in Vikram not to move forward, instead he just took in the sight of Fariz. He took note of how the dick in front of him was uncircumcised and of average length. Despite not being big in length wise, Fariz was quite girthy.
It'd be an adjustment due to how long it's been for all of them, but Vikram wouldn't have it any other way. He couldn't wait anymore.
Thankfully, he didn't need to. Fariz was also getting impatient, his cock soon rock hard.
He leaned back on his heels, thrusting his hips upwards slightly to push his cock into Vikram's face. "Suck."
Vikram didn't need anything more said, diving for the prize he wanted and opening his mouth to engulf what was waiting for him.
The room filled with groans and moans from both men as his lips wrapped around the tip of Fariz's cock. He slowly worked his mouth down the dominant man's shaft, hollowing out his cheeks and relaxing his gag reflex to be able to take Fariz all the way to the base. Another moan flew past his lips, giving Fariz delicious vibrations around his cock as Vikram moaned from the taste of his boyfriend on his tongue.
"Give Daddy a show, baby," Fariz commanded once his fingers entangled themselves into Vikram's hair again, keeping a firm but not demanding grip just to steady himself. He let out a guttural moan, rocking his hips slightly in an attempt to help Vikram deepthroat him. "Show him how well you can take Sir's cock."
The taller man took that as a challenge, speeding up his efforts to make his boyfriend moan loudly. They didn't have to worry about the others in the house hearing what was going on in the bedroom as it the room was soundproof to not disturb others when Vikram was sleeping and snoring loudly. They could be as loud as they wanted.
With every bob of his head and every time he smelled Fariz's natural scent when he took him all the way to the base, Vikram's head was getting fuzzy. He was slowly letting go of all worries, letting himself enjoy what he was doing and who he was with.
"That's it, baby. Don't think, just let Sir use your mouth. Just like that."
Vikram barely registered Fariz now holding his head with two hands, fucking his cock into Vikram's mouth. His eyes became unfocused, knowing he could just let himself be used.
He was safe and all he wanted in that moment was his boyfriend's pleasure. He was rewarded with evidence of said pleasure by the moans and groans that filled the room, said noise being music to his ears.
Since it had been so long, it didn't take Fariz too long to reach the edge. He grunted, his hips slowly stuttering to a stop after one last powerful thrust. He held Vikram's head at the base of his cock while he pumped his cum into the mouth of his boyfriend, panting through the pleasure.
Fariz pulled away after a few moments, cooing at the kneeling man. "Good boy. You did so good for us." He twirled a strand of Vikram's hair before going to get the glass of water they had left on the nightstand near the bed for this reason exactly. "Here, baby. Drink up."
He had to hold the glass and tilt it back for Vikram as the other man was so deep in his dumbified state that he couldn't—no, he didn't want to—do it himself. He didn't complain at all, looking down at Vikram with adoration in his eyes.
Despite the state he was in, Vikram still seemed so hungry for more. When he finished the water, he looked up at Fariz and whined for more.
"You're still up for more, baby?" Fariz asked, knowing that look in Vikram's glossed-over brown eyes. He smiled when his boyfriend nodded eagerly in reply. "Then get on your hands on knees on the bed while I undress fully."
Due to Vikram being naked already, he didn't have to undress, so he quickly got onto the bed on his hands and knees. He stuck his ass high in the air, enticing his lover to ravage him.
Fariz shed his pants and underwear, going to grab an unexpired condom and the bottle of lube from the nightstand. He then gently maneuvered Vikram on the bed to where Sylvester and him could lock eyes.
Vikram heard the cap of the lube bottle pop open and after a few seconds, he felt a cold sensation right outside his entrance. He whimpered at the sensation as Fariz sunk his fingers inside Vikram's awaiting heat, his movements slow to better help with the slight burn of pain Vikram was no doubt feeling.
They were both too impatient, so Fariz hadn't even bothered working him up to two fingers. They both knew Vikram could handle the two fingers and he was whining in pleasure at the feeling of the fingers scissoring him open for Fariz's cock.
Soon, Fariz pulled his fingers away after deeming Vikram loose enough and he gently gave the taller man a swat on the ass when Vikram tried to move backwards to chase Fariz's fingers, feeling the loss of them. He silenced any more whines by rolling the condom on his cock and lubing it up before pressing his cockhead at Vikram's entrance.
He gently pushed inside, his hands coming to rest on Vikram's hips. Vikram slowly felt himself getting full, enjoying the sensation that he had missed for weeks now.
He was panting in need, surely giving his husband a show as Sylvester was still locked onto the pair. A whimper slipped out of his lips when Fariz was bottomed out inside of him, both men groaning at the feeling.
Despite the impatience from both of them, Fariz stayed buried inside Vikram's tight heat, waiting for his boyfriend to adjust. He rocked his hips slowly, helping him get used to it faster.
"Please," Vikram managed to croak out after a minute or two, his voice full of need. He was gripping the bedsheets beneath his so tightly, his nails surprisingly not tearing holes in them. "Please fuck me."
His begging was answered, Fariz starting slow as he pulled out until only the tip of him was still inside and then he pushed himself back in fully. The first few thrusts were slow and gentle, until Vikram was begging to be used again.
Fariz's thrusts became faster and harder, giving Vikram exactly what he wanted. It was enough for the taller man to slip deeper in his hazy state, drool dripping from his chin as the pleasure slowly started to take over him. All he could think of was his boyfriend and the pleasure.
He wasn't sure what sounds he was making, all he knew was that he was making loud noises, loud enough to drown out Fariz's moans. He vaguely registered the sound of his own voice begging for more, to which Fariz responded by pinning him down so that his upper half of his body was trapped beneath the shorter man as Fariz fucked his brains out in the new angle.
His leaky cock rubbed against the bedsheets beneath him, weeping for it had been forgotten but the pleasure was so much, it didn't need any more stimulation than that. Warmth was washing over him in waves, his breaths becoming heavier as the pleasure was nearing its peak.
Vikram cried out as his body shook with pleasure, the orgasm washing over him quicker than he could comprehend. He was gasping for air, his eyes completely unfocused for a few seconds while he rode out the high.
Fariz groaned in Vikram's ear, the tightening of Vikram's ass sending him over the edge. He thrusted one last time, filling the condom up. As he rode his own pleasure high, he leaned down to press a gentle kiss against Vikram's shoulder blade.
The moments after were a blur for Vikram as he came down from subspace but he managed to catch glimpses of both Sylvester and Fariz praising him. He vaguely remembered Fariz stripping the bed of the bedsheets and putting on fresh ones so all three men could cuddle together after Vikram was cleaned with a damp cloth.
He sighed happily, cuddling up to both of his men.
"I love you," he murmured, his eyes drifting closed.
He didn't hear either man's answer, but he knew from the way they held him that they loved him too. And that was enough.
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Okay, so Sylvester was barely in this but look, I didn't know how he'd be in a sexy situation like this. But rest assured, he enjoyed himself. (Or at least I hope he did.)
I can't tell if I like the way I wrote this or not, but I also cannot see a way I could write it better. So fuck it, we ball.
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Making Moves/Moving Chess Pieces
This is either going to be a big ass chapter (hence why there's two titles) or I'm going to split this into two. We'll see what happens as I write.
*This is part of the Loving a Killer AU and is part three, with Part One & Part Two already written.*
TW: Mention of Rape, Death
Word Count: 2,091
The printed out recipe of chicken biryani was being heavily studied by Dhruv, the tall man wanting to make sure what he was cooking was perfect. He had made chicken biryani multiple times before but he didn't know how to make it less spicy, as he had a rather high spice tolerance.
He was sure the guy who owned the local Indian store had been very amused when Dhruv asked him how to make the dish less spicy and the guy had told him to just follow the amount of spices that was used in a recipe found on the internet. When Dhruv told him he didn't have a computer or smart phone, the man nicely printed out a recipe for him.
He would have to make the man some laddus or something else to repay him. Even if the kindness had confused him at first, no one was kind without there being conditions to the kindness.
Well, except Sylvester. Sylvester was very kind simply to be kind.
Which was why Dhruv wanted to make the biryani, so Sylvester wouldn't have to cook or buy something out for dinner. Sylvester deserved to have one night where he didn't have to worry about feeding his amazing kids.
Speaking of Sylvester's kids, Dhruv's lips twitched into a smile as he remembered Mary talking about her day with him when they were walking up the stairs to go to their respective flats. She was the only kid ever to actually be happy to see him and he memorized the light in her eyes. She had even been kind enough to listen to him talking about his day, even if he had made it brief as to not seem like he was burdening her with his entire day.
As the weeks passed by, Mary would constantly talk to him in the halls and it evolved slowly but surely into him and Sylvester also talking when the little family of three would run into him together. They were slowly getting closer—at least in Dhruv's eyes.
And getting closer means they were on the path to being friends and friends gave each other food, right? He didn't truly know because he never had friends before, but this felt like the right thing to do.
Dhruv finally tore his eyes away from the recipe, using the amount of spices the recipe said to make the marsala. After making the marsala, he added the whole thing to the yogurt, ginger garlic paste, salt, turmeric, and red chili powder that was on top of the pieces of chicken. He then mixed everything together, making sure the chicken was fully coated.
He covered the pot of chicken to marinate for thirty minutes and then went to sautéing the onions, being careful not to overcook the onions. Time seemed to move slowly, but eventually the chicken was done marinating and he could cook it until it was almost fully cooked.
As it was cooking and making the gravy, he rinsed and cooked the rice. He didn't cook it fully either, checking if it was firm or not before starting the layer the rice, onions, and the saffron.
Once everything was layered and exactly as it should be, he popped it into the oven to cook completely. He lounged around the flat as it cooked, reading a book of poetry that one of the construction guys he worked with—Ivan—recommended to him to pass the time.
It only took twenty minutes to complete cooking and soon, Dhruv was taking the dish out of the oven. He made sure it was all covered still and waited for it to cool for a few minutes so he could bring it over.
He looked over at the clock, hoping Sylvester was not only home but hadn't fed the kids yet.
Once it was cool enough for him to carry, he gently carried it over to the door and opened the door, stepping out into the hallway after slipping on his shoes. He turned left, going down to doors and maneuvering the huge dish in his hands so he could knock.
His heart pounded in his chest and could be heard in his ears, a lump forming in his throat as he waited for Sylvester to open the door. He hoped this was the right decision and he wasn't overstepping.
Light briefly blinded him as the door opened, allowing more light to filter out into the dimly lit hallway. Standing there, cascaded in the artificial light, stood Sylvester and he looked as ethereal as always.
Dhruv's heart sped up, especially when Sylvester took in the sight of the dish, and he held the dish out towards Sylvester. He licked his dry lips, forcing them apart so he could speak.
"I brought you dinner," he said, speaking so bluntly that he forgot normal people would've indulged in some niceties first. Alas, all he could do was wince at his impatient self and clear his throat. "I made chicken biryani for you and the kids, so you didn't have to make food for them."
Just as he finished speaking, he glanced down and saw little Samuel hidden behind Sylvester's legs, never far from his father but always so shy. He gave a smile to soothe the boy, but it seemed to make the younger kid shrink back.
Maybe Dhruv's smile wasn't as natural as it seemed. He felt bad that he scared the kid.
His eyes snapped back up to Sylvester as the older man replied, "Oh, you didn't have to do that. But thank you."
Their fingers brushed against each other as Sylvester reached over and took the heavy dish from Dhruv. Dhruv watched the older man turn to go further inside and he felt a pang of concern.
"Do you need help? Sorry, I forgot it'd be very heavy."
Sylvester brushed off the younger man's concern. "No, no. I got this."
He retreated to the kitchen to put down the dish and then quickly came back. He gave Dhruv a genuine smile.
At least Dhruv hoped it was a genuine smile. Sylvester always looked so handsome when he smiled.
"Thank you again for this," Sylvester said, leaning against the doorway. "I appreciate it."
Dhruv felt his palms get sweaty as they have been doing ever since he started spending more time with the older man. "You're welcome," he replied. "Uh, I should leave you to eat the dinner. I hope it's not too spicy, I tried my best."
Dhruv stepped away, making his intentions clear. He always felt like he wanted to stay in Sylvester's presence forever but he knew he'd say something stupid if he stayed for too long.
Sylvester nodded, letting the taller man leave. He gave another smile before Dhruv left.
"Goodnight, Dhruv."
"Yes. Goodnight."
Dhruv turned and went down to his door, opening it. He clutched his chest, hoping his racing heart would slow soon.
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Two hours later, in the dark of the night, Dhruv waited outside of an apartment building, staring up at a flat which had a light on. He had donned on his mask and costume that had been hidden away in his closet for months ever since he decided to move.
Lust for blood coursed through his veins, unable to stay repressed anymore. The time for him to go back to killing had come and today was the day. His hands would be stained with blood once more.
It was still risky for him to do this, but one of the guys he worked with talked about how his cousin's rapist had been acquitted despite her testimony and the evidence against the motherfucker. She had suffered the worse thing imaginable and he had walked away with it.
If he was a self-righteous prick who had delusions about what he was doing, he'd say he was doing it solely for the justice. The truth was that he was waiting for any chance to kill someone and this was the chance. A rapist being killed was merely a bonus.
Dhruv stared at the window for a few seconds and watched the light turn off inside before making his way behind the building under the cover of the dark, going through the backdoor so none of the cameras in the lobby would catch him. He knew from scoping out the place for days before that there were no cameras in the stairwell and the floor where the rapist lived "conveniently" broke the day before today.
He definitely hadn't broken the cameras himself yesterday. Definitely not.
Knowing no one would be coming home late at this time, he crept up the stairs, taking care not to wake the ones who were sleeping. He made his way to the fifth floor, taking his silencer out of its holster.
The guy's flat was at the end of the hallway with a substantial amount of wall space between the flats, so there'd be even less chance for someone hearing the guy dying.
Dhruv came to the door of the flat and quickly jimmied the lock, opening it without having to make too much noise. He walked inside, making sure his footsteps were still light. Thankfully, he didn't have to go far to get to the bedroom.
The guy left his bedroom door open. Almost like he was asking for it.
It was so easy, Dhruv didn't even need to do so much. The kill was so quick, all he had to do was aim and pull the trigger. The guy didn't wake up the entire time and he never would again.
It was such a satisfying kill despite how short it was. If Dhruv was into making risky moves, he would've stayed to savor the feeling.
He had to make do with savoring it as he went out the window and climbed down from the fire escape. He knew better than to linger so he took alleyways as a way to disappear easily.
From between where the kill was and where his own flat was, Dhruv had stashed a duffel bag of fresh clothes in an abandoned warehouse so he stopped by to change and look normal. He left the warehouse looking like a regular person carrying a duffel bag that could pass for a gym bag which also held his gun.
He was completely calm when he went back to his flat, stepping on the landing connected to his floor with no anxiety pulsating through his body. His paranoia wasn't fully sated but he knew better than no one would be awake at this time.
Or that was what he thought before he walked past Sylvester's door and it opened. He tried to look normal as he spun around at the sound, his eyes zeroing in on a Sylvester who wore a rob. He was confused why the older man was still awake when he saw the empty dish that used to hold the biryani in the man's arms.
"Ah, I'm glad to catch you, Dhruv." Sylvester stepped out the door, closing it behind him. He stepped closer, holding out the empty dish. "I was worried I wouldn't be able to give you this to you until tomorrow but then I remembered you go to the gym every night."
Dhruv was secretly thankful to have a membership at a local gym and to have been going every night to explain away why he was awake at odd times. He managed a smile, looking casual.
"You didn't have to stay up for me." He moved closer on instinct, like there was a magnet pulling him closer to Sylvester. He made sure the duffel bag was properly slung over his shoulder before taking the dish. "Thank you for returning it. I hope the food was up to your tastes."
Sylvester nodded, looking up at Dhruv. "The kids and I loved it," he answered, sounding sincere.
"I'm glad."
Dhruv saw Sylvester take a big whiff of the air and he managed to stay calm despite knowing that Sylvester had better senses than regular humans due to being a hybrid. Dhruv had doused himself in a musky cologne—whatever that meant, he had just chosen a random cologne—to mask any smell of blood that was on his person.
Sylvester still had his smile, so Dhruv figured he was in the clear.
"Goodnight," Sylvester said, yawning suddenly.
"Goodnight," Dhruv answered, watching Sylvester head back inside.
He waited a few seconds before going to his flat. Inside the flat, he finally let himself blow out a breath of relief.
He felt satiated. Finally.
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Yeah, I combined two ideas into one, yay for me!! Oof, this was so long.
Felon!Stone couldn't let me not sate his bloodlust for long. It had to be done.
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Like Father, Like Son
Of course the first idea that pops into my head is giving my favorite OC some angst. It's his fault he's always in my head. :)
Word Count: 756
Vikram woke up from a nightmare, lying on his back with his arm stretched out for his sleeping husband's head to lay on. He tried to hush his shaky breaths, trying not to wake up Sylvester as he fought the demons of his past.
Despite how much the nightmare shook him up, he didn't remember what it was about. It was a blur of memories he tried his hardest to push down every day. He briefly remembered the face of his father—the same face he shared.
He gently lifted Sylvester's head up and pulled his arm away, laying Sylvester's head down on his pillow. He sat up and pulled the blanket enough to uncover him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, knowing he wouldn't be able to go to sleep until he at least had a cup of water.
Vikram pulled the blanket back up so his husband wouldn't get cold and his instinct made him reach beside him into the nightstand by the bed. He opened the door and grabbed his sidearm, feeling the cold metal beneath his fingers before he took out the holster as well.
He put on the holster and slid the sidearm into the holster, making sure it was secure before he took the first steps towards the door. He tried his best to make his usually loud footsteps softer as he opened the door and made his way to the kitchen.
As he neared the kitchen, he heard the cupboards opening and closing, signaling that someone was in said kitchen. Alarm bells rang in his head, his body still in fight or flight mode from his nightmare.
Vikram struggled with paranoia and with the little sleep he had gotten, his mind reacted irrationally. Without giving it a second thought, he took his sidearm out of its holster and cocked the safety back.
The only thoughts in his head were that there was an intruder and he had to protect his family. There was no other option.
He crept closer to the kitchen, his gun raised and ready. He took a deep breath and snuck into the kitchen.
He saw the figure shrouded in darkness standing in front of the stove, their back to him. This was the time to strike, the element of surprise that he needed.
Vikram acted swiftly, decreasing the space between the two by lunging for the intruder and pressing the gun into the back of their head. He wrapped one arm of his around their chest, pulling them in close and stopping them from reaching for one of the knives.
Just as he was about to ask what they were doing in the house, he heard a gasp coming from the intruder. A gasp he knew well.
Too well. ...Like it was one of his family members.
It was then that he took in the shorter stature of the figure, how familiar it was. This was his son, Samuel.
As if he was on fire, Vikram let go of his son and pulled away so fast, he almost got whiplash. He cocked the safety back on the gun and threw it on the table with a loud bang, his mind trying to process what just happened.
Samuel took the opportunity to run out of the kitchen and to his bedroom. He left his stepfather in the kitchen, said stepfather's mind still reeling.
He struggled to come to terms with what he had just done, his hands shaking as memories of all of the times his own father aimed a gun at him flashing in his eyes. He had just done something similar to his own son.
He dropped to his knees without noticing what he was doing, a loud thud resounding throughout the otherwise quiet house. He vaguely registered his body shaking.
All Vikram could do in that moment was replay the moment, memories of himself in Samuel's position threatening to overtake everything. He could only see the similarities in the situations.
He was a monster just like his father was.
He was a monster just like his father.
"Vikram?" Fariz asked as he neared the kneeling man, his voice full of concern. He walked towards his boyfriend, resting his hand on Vikram's shoulder and watching him flinch at the touch. "What happened?"
"I'm a monster, Fariz," Vikram said, not answering Fariz's question completely. Numbness soon began to wash over him, the emotion inside of him dissipating just like how his Baba taught him.
"I'm just like Baba."
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Do I like this ending? Not really, but that's not new. I just needed to write this angst out.
I couldn't let Chester be the only one writing Stone pulling a gun out on his family. :)
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I Miss You
I'm in dire need of reading Kali angst, and so I must write it. And what better angst for Kali than during the six months after his and Butcher's wedding where Butcher and Viviana were in hiding?
Context because I know literally all of the context for this is on @jupiter-reimagined's blog: Kali and Butcher (Chester's OC) got married, but at their reception Viviana (also Chester's OC) and his biological father (not to be confused with his adopted father Butcher) got kidnapped by goons of a rival mafia boss. Butcher went after them to save them and in the process, went into hiding with Viviana. This left Kali alone with their daughter (Lakshmi, who is my OC) and their son (Sammy, Chester's OC).
It had been six months since anyone has seen the two.
Word Count: 1,758
Ashok felt so tired and he hadn't wanted to get out of bed this morning. But he hadn't felt like getting out of bed most mornings nowadays and as he was the only parent for his daughter and sometimes for his youngest son, he'd have to suck it up.
Lakshmi and Sammy deserved to have a father who didn't curl up in bed and cry. They deserved to have the love and attention he had promised to give them the moment they came into his life.
"Lakshmi, Sammy! Breakfast is ready!" he called out to the two teens, finishing plating the second plate after having plated the first.
They were having pancakes, as usual, but neither teen complained. Pancakes were the easy breakfast that Ashok could bear to make in the morning.
"Good morning, Baba," Lakshmi greeted him as she got to the table. She sat down, watching as her brother took his plate to his bedroom as he had been doing for six months now.
He was actually going to Viviana's bedroom, but Sammy had needed to be in his big sister's bedroom as a source of comfort, so Ashok hadn't commented on it. They were all trying to deal with Adam and Viviana being absent in their own way.
Ashok gave Lakshmi a small smile, able to do that much. "Good morning, Beta. How was your sleep?" He was pointedly not eating at that time, having only had a smoothie that morning before making the pancakes.
Lakshmi seemed oblivious to her father not eating anything in front of her, digging into her pancakes. "I slept well, had a nice dream of getting up on one of the horses and riding. I think I'm getting better at bonding with my horse," she said, starting to ramble.
"You'll be able to mount your horse and ride her any day now," Ashok replied, washing the pan the pan and bowl he had used to make the pancakes.
For the past six months, Lakshmi had been busying herself from thinking about Adam and Viviana being off the grid by bonding with a horse on the ranch and getting the courage to ride said horse. It was going slowly due to her school and Ashok doing his chores on the ranch while also doing all of the house chores that Adam had done when he was still here.
A pang of nostalgia hit Ashok and he lifted a hand instinctively to rub at his chest where his heart was beating underneath layers of skin.
He missed seeing his husband around the house. He missed hearing Sammy whisper to Viviana as the two hid away in the oldest's room.
He thought back on his and Adam's wedding day often, cherishing the memory of them saying their vows to each other. If he only thought about what happened before the wedding reception, he could pretend the day hadn't been ruined in the end.
He could pretend he had spent the last six months with his husband by his side instead of missing him and not knowing where he was. He didn't know if Adam was alive, he just had to have faith he was.
"Baba?"
Ashok was brought back from his reminiscing, turning his hand to the side to look at his daughter. "Yes, Beta?" he asked, hoping he hadn't missed her saying something important.
"I love you." Lakshmi got up from her chair, coming around the table to where her father was washing dishes. She hugged him from behind, squeezing tight before pulling away. "We're going to be okay."
"I know, Beta. And I love you too." Ashok finished washing the dishes and turned around until he could comfortably kiss his daughter's forehead. He let her be in his presence for a little while longer before he gently nudged her to get moving.
"Go, Akhil is coming to pick you up and Sammy up to go to school. He'll be here soon. Can you make sure Sammy is ready? I have to make some calls that have to be done soon."
Lakshmi nodded her head and went to do what her father had asked, leaving him alone in the kitchen. He needed the moment alone, steeling himself in order to get through the day.
When he heard the kids leave the house and get into Akhil's car, he finally moved and got ready for the day. He wore clothes appropriate for the ranch, leaving the house chores for later.
Once he was ready, he did the phone calls quickly so he could get started on the work outside. It was tiring to listen to the people on the other line, but it had to be done.
After finishing the phone calls and going to the living room, he whistled when he passed the huge black wolf, the whistle making the old wolf perk up. He chuckled when Shadow let out a small whine.
"I know, we're both getting too old for this. But it has to be done, come on." He gestured for the wolf to get up, taking Shadow's collar which was laying on the nearby coffee table.
After Shadow's collar was put on, they both left the house. Ashok didn't bother putting a leash on the wolf, knowing he had trained Shadow to come to him if they ever got separated and that the trick had been tested before in worse conditions than a ranch could ever give.
Work on the ranch was normal as usual, Ashok going to check on the animals they had while Shadow herded all of them where Ashok needed them to go. He put more hay and feed in the designated barn, stable, and chicken coop, making sure all of the animals were fed.
Hours passed by and he was still working on the ranch, in the barn to take care of the horses' hooves. He had a horse's hoof in his hands and it was leaning against his thigh which was lifted up to create a relatively smooth surface to lay the hoof against.
He was so focused in cleaning the hoof that he barely registered Shadow barking and the sound of a car pulling up. It took Shadow barking some more before Ashok realized he was barking.
Ashok murmured a curse in Hindi before finishing his job of cleaning the hoof, making a mental note to finish cleaning the rest of the horse's hooves later before he exited the stall and the stable where the horses were kept in. He made his way to where his house was, since that was where the car stopped.
He didn't recognize the car, but he didn't draw his sidearm that was hidden beneath his jacket in fear of making the potentially hostile stranger(s) act. Instead, he whistled for Shadow to come to his side, knowing that despite the years retired, the wolf was just as battle-ready as he was.
The two people who were in the car stepped out and Ashok had to raise his cowboy hat higher so his partial sight wasn't more impaired than usual while he looked on at them. What he saw shocked him; he saw his husband and his oldest daughter, both with more scars they had than when they had left, but they were there in front of him.
They were alive and they were home.
Ashok couldn't believe who he was seeing, seeing the two men he had dreamed day and night to see again. The only thing that was truly making him believe he was actually seeing Adam and Viviana was Shadow happily wagging his tail and barking at the two of them.
The wolf couldn't wait anymore and ran towards the two without warning, but he wasn't charging to attack. He stopped in front of them and kept wagging that tail, inciting them to pet him. He had missed them just as much as the humans who lived on the ranch.
Viviana was petting Shadow, but Adam was staring at his husband. He hadn't moved an inch since getting out of the car.
Even from the distance between him and the two, Ashok knew his husband looked nervous. He might not have shown it visibly, but Ashok just knew.
He knew, without his husband saying, that Adam was worried he wouldn't be taken back so easily. If Ashok knew his husband as well as he thought he did, then Adam most likely thought that Ashok had moved on with someone else in the six months they had been apart.
And oh how wrong he was.
"Meri Jaan."
The term of endearment was out of Ashok's mouth before he could stop them. Not that he would, because Adam really was his entire life. It had been a very rough six months for him, but he would've waited as long as he needed to, just to get to this moment.
His legs moved on their own, taking him to the one person he wanted to be with for the rest of his life: his husband. With his long legs, he was in front of Adam soon and with a sob ripping through his throat, he reached up to cradle his husband's face.
Tears blurred his vision, but he didn't dare stop cradling his husband's face to wipe them away. Declarations of how much he missed Adam were flowing out of him, but he didn't know if he was speaking Hindi or English.
All he could really focus on was that Adam was home. Adam was in front of him, finally.
"I love you," he said, his voice breathless from crying. He was faintly aware that he was speaking in English, his husband being able to understand him. "I missed you so much, my husband."
"Are you a dream?"
Adam seemed surprised at the question and he shook his head no, making sure not to pull out of Ashok's embrace. "It's me, doll," he answered in that gravely voice he had gotten from years of smoking.
"I'm home."
The confirmation that Adam was here in front of him took the wind out Ashok and he collapsed in his husband's arms, letting the tears flow freely without care. He was sobbing, but he couldn't stop it, every day of missing his husband catching up with him.
He was vaguely aware of being picked up, his body acting on its own as he pressed closer to Adam's. He was being carried inside, but all he could do was cry.
Cry and be happy that the pain of missing his husband was gone.
This was supposed to end on the cliffhanger of Kali hearing Shadow barking, but hey. We do love a reunion.
