At some point, Vinny couldn’t deny it anymore. He couldn’t look at Erasmus and not feel that tug in his chest, the way his heart ached when he had to make himself go days without touching him, just to be sure. There was some point where he couldn’t imagine why the incubus would stay with someone when he periodically hit him with a wooden spoon just to be sure that it wasn’t his influence keeping him around.
Anymore, his touch didn’t seem to change anything, even when Erasmus wasn’t wearing the weird hot pad mittens he’d gotten from the kitchen so that he could hold him. What did it mean? Was his power not working anymore? Or did it mean something so much better, that he loved him with or without?
They were in bed, an inch apart, the way Vinny held himself to keep from touching him, Erasmus keeping that respectful distance even though it looked like it hurt him.
“Are we in love?” he whispered, only to receive a nod in response. “What are we gonna do about it?”
There was a long silence before the incubus spoke, voice soft in the quiet room. “Nothing. There’s nothing to do. I love your for free, Vinny.”
He stared at him. It took nearly a full minute before the man uncurled and slid his hand into the other’s, lacing their fingers and watching nothing change on that face but relief. “I love you for free, Erasmus.”
Arwen was calculating when she was on a job. She set up her favorite toys; booby traps and the like were littered through the place. Let’s call it plan B through to E. Ears twitching at the sound of the key hitting the front doors lock, She moved about the apartment quietly, once her mark was right where she wanted ‘em. She stepped out in to the other’s line of sight tapping her watch.
“ You’re late. Kept me waiting, but no worries I entertained m’self, Blood.” She flashed a wicked grin before charging him over a counter, the apex between her thighs smacking against their neck as she slid the momentum propelling her forced them to fall back on to her marks bed.
She sent a flurry of disorienting punched to the temple just to keep her mark subdued. With a considerable strain in her voice as she worked to pin ‘em down with her legs. She growled a “ Stay down! If you keep still I won’t have to hurt you, The Don wants you alive.”
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If Grey said it was a new thing to be shoved up against a wall he’d be lying. It was kind of his favorite, actually, but as a vampire, it could be done much harder, the wall shaking with the force of it. As fast as he was pushed back, he pushed forward, slamming his body against Rhys’s and nipping his lips as he stole a kiss. “Love it when you get rough, babe,” he breathed, throwing him a sharp grin.
Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRESend “UGH” to pin my muse against the wall from FURY
This was becoming a position they knew far too well. He glared at Rhys, trying to shove him away, but the form against him didn’t move. Of course not, Rhys would never move when he got him into position like this. Well that was okay, because he could deal with what came next- so long as what came next was the sex and not the beating.
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{ @xjenesaispas } -- answered by Simon
I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.
*everything italicize and struck through are things he wants to do in the future or won’t say right now
The news that Simon had revealed in their last drug-filled stupor was haunting him almost non-stop. He couldn’t stand the thought that Jacob was pressing in on Simon, luring the boy in and making a fool of both of them.
But what could he do? Jacob had always gotten what he wanted. And now, it seemed, he wanted Simon. David couldn’t go against him. He’d never been able to stop his younger brother like that.
It was just too much. After days spent agonizing over it, David confronted his brother. Finding Jacob lounging in his room that evening, David kicked the door shut behind him, stepping up to the side of the bed and staring down at him.
Jacob just looked up at him, a smug look on his face. It was clear he didn’t care about David looming over him. “What is it, David dearest?” he asked, tone casual.
“You’ve been screwing him. You’re fucking him, even though Simon— he’s mine.” David’s tone trembled, more than he wanted it to, and he shut his mouth.
“Yours?” Jacob scoffed, shaking his head at his brother. “If he were really yours, he wouldn’t have been in my bed whenever I called for him. If he were yours, then he wouldn’t scream my name when I fuck him.” He stood, walking closer to David. “If he were yours, he wouldn’t beg for me when he’d just gotten done with you.”
David was shaking his head by second sentence, doing his best to block out what Jacob was saying. “No, you’re lying. He wants to be with me. He likes me. And I like him. You only want him because I brought him back here!”
Jacob smirked, pushing David back until he was pinned against the wall. “Perhaps. But perhaps I like him too. Do you think we could convince him to share us both?”
David shook his head again, leaning on the wall and closing his eyes. “I don’t want to share. I just want to have Simon to myself. The way it was supposed to be.”
The darker haired boy scowled, looking impatient now. He grabbed his brother’s chin, gripping it tightly, forcing David to look at him. “David. You know that anything that enters this house catches my interest. If you didn’t want to show him off, you should have stayed at his place. Now, you have two options. Share him, or give him up. Because I am not going to stop.”
David bit his lip hard, pulling against Jacob’s hand. “Please… stop it,” he whispered. He hated when his brother got like this, all dominating. It meant he would get his way, no matter what David thought. It had always been that way, ever since they were little. Ever since the younger boy had been the spoiled child. “I don’t want to share…”
“But we share so well,” The grip shifted, changing to caress David’s cheek. “Come on. We’ve already been doing it. Just keep sharing with me. You can do that, can’t you?”
He hesitated, then nodded slowly. Giving in to his brother, as he always had. Jacob smiled, pressing against him and kissing him eagerly. “You’re such a good brother. I love you so much, you know.” David nodded, sinking against the wall with a sigh. “We’ll let Simon know the next time he comes over.”
It wasn’t what David wanted, but then when did he ever get what he wanted with Jacob? Never. And that wasn’t about to change now.
I want the k (for Jacob from whoever he feels more inclined toward)
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Jacob ran his hand along Ankth’s arm, humming absently as he curled his hand with the Nightmare’s. He looked up at the Nightmare, locking eyes with him as he lifted their locked hands, sucking a finger into his mouth and curling his tongue around it. He let go mere moments later, dropping Ankth’s hand as if he’d never even touched him.
