Make it a Double

"I'd have been a damn fool if I didn't pull you into that alley." He snickered beneath his breath, lacing his fingers behind Billie's back to keep her locked in pressed against him. "I know we ain't ever talked about it. But I'd like to make you a bride one day, if you're into that stuff." He admitted with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Drop the apartment for a house somewhere nice, live out our... well, my days." He half chuckled, smiling up at her. "Doesnt sound half bad to me."

There was never any chance Billie was going to leave, but she enjoys the way he keeps her close anyway.

"You would?"

Billie's never dared to dream about herself in a white dress or anything like that. She's never thought that would be something she would ever get - but to hear Matias wants to call her his wife? She could almost cry.

Oh - she might almost cry, thinking about that.

"You know," Billie murmurs. "If we're talking long term, like weddings and white picket fences, I want really long term." There's a pause. "Have you ever considered - um. I don't really know how to offer this without putting you on the spot. But if it's something you'd want, I'd turn you in a heartbeat."

Matias tilted his head curiously as she went on, only to look a little surprised at her offer. He'd never exactly... thought of that as an option. At all, in fact. He knew what Billie was, but he didn't know she could... do it to him?

"I guess I didn't think that was possible or anythin'." He admitted, averting his gaze as he thought it over. "Does it hurt? I mean that's a stupid question probably. I never thought about my own mortality like that, I guess." Matias pondered out loud.

"I'd have to drink blood and stay out of the sun and everythin', right? Aside from the drinkin' blood, I already stay out of the sun to match your schedule. Wouldn't be too different, huh?"

"You're my woman, what can I say?" He hummed proudly, stroking the small of her back as she brought a much deeper kiss to his lips.

Billie was everything he wanted, everything he thought he needed and more than what he didn't know he needed. She had him wrapped around her pretty fingers, and he was happy to be tangled up.

"I'd bring you the stars in the sky if I knew how, babydoll." He cooed against her mouth, "I love you."

"I love you too."

Billie has waited such a long time for a love like this, she really has. Privately, she'd even given up a little bit of hope that she'd find it - that is, until she went to a bar out of the blue, and got served a drink by the most handsome man she'd ever seen.

"I'm so glad I met you, you know that? Best thing that's happened to me in a century."

Sappy, maybe, but that was par for the course for the two of them.

"Could you imagine if you'd never pulled me into that alley that night?"

"I'd have been a damn fool if I didn't pull you into that alley." He snickered beneath his breath, lacing his fingers behind Billie's back to keep her locked in pressed against him. "I know we ain't ever talked about it. But I'd like to make you a bride one day, if you're into that stuff." He admitted with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Drop the apartment for a house somewhere nice, live out our... well, my days." He half chuckled, smiling up at her. "Doesnt sound half bad to me."

Matias' stomach tensed immediately when she placed her hands against it, though he stuttered a laugh and flinched a bit. "Hey, hey, hey!!" He scolded, only to give in and take his lashing in the form of dramatic kisses to his face.

"I spoil you, y'know that?" He admonished with a roll of his eyes, taking her by the waist to bring her closer, "What other man is ganna let you torture him like you do me?"

"You do spoil me." Billie's voice is laced with affection as he curls her in close - stealing a kiss as he rolls his eyes. "No other man is going to do that, because I'd never let another man within ten feet of me. Not if he's not you."

Hands are pulled from his shirt now to cup his face, Billie sinking in to a longer, adoring kiss. This was part of the reason she loved Matias so much - he absolutely indulged her every whim, and Billie knew she was the luckiest woman on the planet.

"You're my woman, what can I say?" He hummed proudly, stroking the small of her back as she brought a much deeper kiss to his lips.

Billie was everything he wanted, everything he thought he needed and more than what he didn't know he needed. She had him wrapped around her pretty fingers, and he was happy to be tangled up.

"I'd bring you the stars in the sky if I knew how, babydoll." He cooed against her mouth, "I love you."

@cigarettesandcoffee | Mattie said "Damn, your hands are cold."

Billie grins, retaliating by pulling her hands from his, stuffing them under his shirt against the warm skin of his stomach.

"That's why I've got you, baby." She teases, pressing smacking kisses against his cheek as if that will keep him in place while she enjoys being a menace. "Aren't you here just to be my personal heater?"

Matias' stomach tensed immediately when she placed her hands against it, though he stuttered a laugh and flinched a bit. "Hey, hey, hey!!" He scolded, only to give in and take his lashing in the form of dramatic kisses to his face.

"I spoil you, y'know that?" He admonished with a roll of his eyes, taking her by the waist to bring her closer, "What other man is ganna let you torture him like you do me?"

#guess whos back #back again #aji's back #tell a fren

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CIGARETTES&COFFEE. If it wasn’t for COFFEE, I’d have no discernible personality AT ALL.

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With a cup of coffee and a cigarette in hand, how bad could things be?

#promo #cigarettesandcoffee #looking for mutuals #indie oc rp #open to all

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EMOTIONAL/PLOT DRIVEN INTIMACY PROMPTS

[ 1 ] for our muses to be in the midst of foreplay/building up to sex but one stops the other to make some kind of confession.

[ 2 ] for sender to wake up receiver after having a nightmare and initiate sex as comfort.

[ 3 ] for receiver to wake up sender after having a nightmare and initiate sex as comfort.

[ 4 ] our muses have just made up after a fight and begin to get intimate, trying to rebuild trust.

[ 5 ] one muse has just gone through a break up and goes to the other for comfort which leads to sex.

[ 6 ] sender had a bad date and receiver shows up at their door to cheer them up. they get a little tipsy and start making out.

[ 7 ] receiver had a bad date and sender shows up at their door to cheer them up. they get a little tipsy and start making out.

[ 8 ] our muses reunite after having been apart for an extended length of time which leads to sex, clothes everywhere, barely making it to the bed or not at all.

[ 9 ] sender is upset, receiver tries to confront them but rather than talk about it, sender initiates sex.

[ 10 ] receiver is upset, sender tries to confront them but rather than talk about it, receiver initiates sex.

[ 11 ] our muses try to break up only to end up having emotional/heated sex.

[ 12 ] sender confesses to having a crush on receiver which leads to receiver initiating sex.

[ 13 ] receiver confesses to having a crush on sender which leads to sender initiating sex.

[ 14 ] our muses lose power during a storm and have sex to keep warm or out of boredom.

[ 15 ] our muses are not together but sender confesses to receiver how lonely they are which spurs on receiver to initiate sex for comfort.

[ 16 ] our muses are not together but receiver confesses to sender how lonely they are which spurs on sender to initiate sex for comfort.

[ 17 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "you're so beautiful/handsome"

[ 18 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "i love you"

[ 19 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "i missed you"

[ 20 ] for our muses to hold each other after sex, naked and warm and unwilling to detangle just yet.

a few sentences:

❝ i just want to feel something good. ❞

❝ i missed you so much. i just need you close to me right now. ❞

❝ let me show you how much i love you. ❞

❝ let me show you just how much i need you. ❞

❝ it doesn't have to mean anything, i'd just like some company tonight... ❞

❝ can i stay over tonight? i don't want to sleep alone right now. ❞

❝ i like the way you make me feel. i want to feel that way right now. i need to be with you. ❞

❝ no better way of getting over someone than getting under someone else, hey? ❞

❝ hey look you're not 'using' me if i'm the one offering. don't you think i get lonely too? ❞

❝ i miss the feeling of you inside me. ❞

❝ i miss being inside you. i miss feeling like we're the only two people in existence. ❞

❝ god all i did was think about you earlier and i got...excited. ❞

❝ i don't want to miss you anymore. please just kiss me. ❞

❝ will you just hold me for a little while? ❞

❝ this doesn't mean i'm not still mad at you— ❞

❝ i'm not sure if i forgive you yet, but i miss you. and i'm tired of missing you so... ❞

❝ i'm not sure how to ask this but—i've had a shit night. and you always used to make me feel good. ❞

❝ just come here. let me take care of you. ❞

❝ just relax. i'll do all the work. ❞

#memes

"Being your two favorite things?" He tacked on to the end of the Eradicator's sentiment, approaching in an eased saunter. "Or you are referencing what is going through my mind?" A smooth hum concluded as he stood hovering face to face with the blond.

"So selfish not to leave me any." It held no bite, however. More so, it was fond as he leaned in to steal an ever so hauntingly delicate taste of Kurjak's lips.

"Enough," firm, venomous. Not a moment of respite for him when he'd been tailed, first of all, and second of all especially not now with Feliks skulking about and becoming the next disruption of the night. And his penchant for being so liberal with what he took of Kurjak's space was so excruciatingly grating...

So was the timbre of his voice, the way Kurjak wanted to whittle it down to little more than wordless growls, bestial. Simply because. It was better than him speaking, anyway.

The kiss was hardly as much. Kurjak dipped into it, briefly, before catching the skin of Feliks' lower lip in his teeth in a sharp nick, stinging, breaking it.

"—Wretch." And maybe the word tasted far more like praise between them.

#《svirepyy kotenok》: feliks & kurjak #kurjaks #theyre gross #i hate them (theyre my favorite)

"Shlyukha." Was his rebuttal. Slut. Although it was far too fond to be an insult. A low growl rumbling in the depths of his chest as he felt his own blood trickle down his chin.

The Verdilak licked his chops, catching the fallen sanguine and chuckling. "Would you like some?" He inquired with a tilt of his head, "I am not so selfish as you."

"You plan on sharing the taste?" Was his only response to the feral man-thing before him.

"Vile." He licked his teeth and his lips, like he was pointedly savoring it. "—And perverted." Was he just going to stand there and salivate from a distance?

#《svirepyy kotenok》: feliks & kurjak #kurjaks #you come to and just see these freaks #absolutely railing each other #do you play dead or enjoy the view #thats the real question

"Being your two favorite things?" He tacked on to the end of the Eradicator's sentiment, approaching in an eased saunter. "Or you are referencing what is going through my mind?" A smooth hum concluded as he stood hovering face to face with the blond.

"So selfish not to leave me any." It held no bite, however. More so, it was fond as he leaned in to steal an ever so hauntingly delicate taste of Kurjak's lips.

@vvhiskeyneat

Turns off the news in passing. If Liam doesn't learn about the disturbance at the farmer's market caused by an unidentified blond man in dark clothes, appearing to be at least six feet tall, then it did not happen.

#《an old fashioned》: liam & kurjak #kurjaks #liam is like #i do not controll the kurjak #i merely assure he doesnt commit “catastrophic” atrocities

"You know I don't really mind what you get up to." Was his immediate response. Were he new to this relationship, he would've been confused by the sudden shut off of the television. But he'd been in the game a bit too long now.

"But you better not have fucked with the enchilada lady at the farmer's market. Mildred is a saint and I'll die for her!" He pointed out with a hearty laugh.

"You are unwise to follow me like this." Kurjak had a tendency to appear when he least expected it, which was a juxtaposition in itself, as that's exactly how he expected to see him at any given point.

"But it is clear you are wanting something. Why now after so long, I wonder?" Was his curiosity spoken aloud as he approached so daringly close to the vicious animal the underworld knew as the Eradicator.

Truly, it had been many moons since the Verdilak had laid eyes on the man before him. Such was the nature of the businesses they partook in. It left them apart for great lengths. Hiding out was a natural part of the game.

Feliks' lips hovered tantalizingly close to Kurjak's, his breath warm, tinted with iron bite; he had fed recently. The red glimmer in his eyes was enough to indicate as much. "Did you miss me, moy kotenok?"

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Unwise. He wanted to scoff, though it wasn't entirely untrue. Kurjak had enough self-awareness to know that despite his own prowess, this entanglement ultimately was a foolish, dangerous indulgence. That wasn't to say that he couldn't stand his ground, should the Verdilak ever bare his fangs in an earnest threat; he most certainly could.

But it was still undeniably stupid to play with fire, even if he knew the risks.

It had been long enough, he supposed, not that he ever considered what too long meant for them. Kurjak hadn't counted the days; it could have just as easily been a decade, and Feliks would still approach him in his slow, deliberate way, intruding in his space, careless of warnings that would come in the form of bared teeth and a simmering glare.

Tonight, was none of that; not when he'd angled his head a touch, a barely-there flare of his nostrils, scent palpable. Not when he felt an odd, sickening want to lick into Feliks' mouth, taste the remnants of his feeding, the monstrosity beneath his veil.

"I missed ignorance," he corrected. "...I could have believed you had been slain." If only.

#《svirepyy kotenok》: feliks & kurjak #kurjaks #feliks like #youre not snapping teeth at me?#wheres my fiesty little kitten hm?#missed me so much youve become tame huh?

"You are not so idiotic." Blunt, but truthful. If he were to finally drop dead, the first one to smell it on the air would've been Kurjak. "Further, I doubt you would be allowing anyone else to finish me off. You've wanted to do the deed yourself for so long." A low, amused chuckle, that grin revealing the sight of his still extended canines, dirtied with faint crimson stains.

Irises cloudy, still drunken with bloodlust ever so slightly. His nostrils flared, the uptick in Kurjak's heart rate, the scent of lust on his skin. What a treat for the senses.

"Where is your vitriol, kotenok?" A teasing question, one marked by a claw laced finger tucking underneath Kurjak's chin, tilting his head upward just a bit as he continued to hover like a serpent waiting to strike. "Have you no bite to offer me?"

A snicker, eyes lowering to the blondes mouth, "A shame."

—pay no attention to the blood on his maw and the crumpled man down the alley.

#《svirepyy kotenok》: feliks & kurjak #kurjaks #BRINGING BACK ALL THE BARBIES #but also #feliks like #“not ganna share?” [with intentions to fuck him sloppy in that alleyway]#love is real

"You plan on sharing the taste?" Was his only response to the feral man-thing before him.

There was a soft sound of amusement that left the curly haired man, watching his partner effectively burrow himself into the nest he'd made of their bed. It was Kurjak's "morning" at nearly four in the evening, a routine that Liam was all too aware of, and apparently their cats were too.

Garby followed behind Noge in leaping onto the mattress, brushing past her partner with a low purr before planting herself at the small peephole where one of her fathers was hidden. She gave a wide mouthed, toothy yawn before throwing her body weight against Kurjak's head and sprawling herself out lovingly.

Liam, finally approaching, couldn't help but laugh at the sight, climbing onto the bed himself to give each cat a brush across the scalp before digging his hands under the mound of blankets to find and edge and begin unraveling. "You could see how cute the cats are being if you stopped being a cocoon." He muttered into an opening in the nest.

Rather than completely undoing Kurjak's work, Liam found himself an entrance and weaseled his way in, tucking himself against the larger man's chest as he tangled their legs together.

Now face to face, he beamed at the blond, poking his nose. "I've infiltrated your lair. Give up now, and I'll show mercy."

He felt the warmth of Garby heavily plopping herself against his head, and he grunted mindlessly in response, conceding defeat; even if he hadn't been thoroughly swaddled, she had him in the softness of her wretched little paw the same way Noge did. The same way Liam did, for that matter.

Feeling the dip of the mattress as Liam appealed to his whims, there came some halfhearted squirming as his hands sought a point of entry. Kurjak obliged with delay, moving a fraction here and there, allowing him leeway to work enough of the blanket free.

"I can see," no he couldn't, obviously, grateful for Liam soon snaking his way in. That was when Kurjak adjusted with him, lazily winding arms and him and easily willing to crawl into his skin. Thankfully, it was unnecessary when his dragi made a point of closing nearly every gap between them, punctuated by a poke that had him wrinkling his nose.

A tip of his chin, and he abruptly snapped his teeth at Liam's finger, fleeting, just enough so that it was a warning graze at the very tip.

"...I don't give up."

He held Liam's gaze, then, challenging. Inviting.

#《an old fashioned》: liam & kurjak #kurjaks #illegal #lets be real #noge and garby are probably making bedroom eyes at each other anyway

A tangled mess of limbs was all they had suddenly become beneath the blankets. Warm and cozy. Liam suddenly had been plagued with Kurjak's same lack of desire to leave the nest. There was something about the way his partner smelled when he awoke that had him enraptured, intoxicated.

Liam feigned a shocked gasp when the other nicked his finger with his teeth. He was very well ready to protest until Kurjak all but purred at him, their eyes speaking a language known only between the two of them. His heart hammered just a bit harder against his ribcage.

"No? I guess we'll have to do this the hard way then." He murmured behind a playful grin, using his "wounded" hand to cup Kurjak's cheek and guide him down into a kiss. It was soft and tender at first, certainly. But with each passing moment, it grew haughty. Liam's tongue found passage into his partner's mouth and his body pressed more firmly against his husband's, rutting slightly, encouraging.

angel season two.

Three in the afternoon: his day begins.

Well. It's actually a quarter past the hour now, with that span of time having been spent death rolling in the blankets, effectively wrapping himself up and away from the waking world. Having stirred and finding the spot beside him vacant left him free to squirm and readjust, shifting diagonally with his top half across Liam's side of the bed.

He hears Liam's footsteps. Before he can get a word in first, Kurjak makes a sound that's something like a long, throaty groan, retreating his head into the bundle of blankets he'd become.

@vvhiskeyneat: ❛ Top of the middle of the day to you too. ❜

Burrowing in further, it's a wordless demand for Liam to rejoin him in bed and not an effort to shut him out; the implication's there for him to come over and unwrap him from the now securely bundled cocoon he's created.

Kurjak feels a tiny soundless thud on the mattress, and it lets him know one of the cats jumped on. Another joins the first. He can feel them padding toward his head and can hear their little rumbles at the opening of the blankets, but he remains motionless, and makes no other sound, a rigid log in place.

#《an old fashioned》: liam & kurjak #kurjaks #WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE #gross #look what you made me do roach

There was a soft sound of amusement that left the curly haired man, watching his partner effectively burrow himself into the nest he'd made of their bed. It was Kurjak's "morning" at nearly four in the evening, a routine that Liam was all too aware of, and apparently their cats were too.

Garby followed behind Noge in leaping onto the mattress, brushing past her partner with a low purr before planting herself at the small peephole where one of her fathers was hidden. She gave a wide mouthed, toothy yawn before throwing her body weight against Kurjak's head and sprawling herself out lovingly.

Liam, finally approaching, couldn't help but laugh at the sight, climbing onto the bed himself to give each cat a brush across the scalp before digging his hands under the mound of blankets to find and edge and begin unraveling. "You could see how cute the cats are being if you stopped being a cocoon." He muttered into an opening in the nest.

Rather than completely undoing Kurjak's work, Liam found himself an entrance and weaseled his way in, tucking himself against the larger man's chest as he tangled their legs together.

Now face to face, he beamed at the blond, poking his nose. "I've infiltrated your lair. Give up now, and I'll show mercy."

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