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long time no see... heh

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im adding mikhael here and you cant stop me–

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i just got called a pretty boy im dying?

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munday ig!

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in the mood for… keas

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"You know, if you tilt the knife a bit more to left might make them bleed a bit more." Isaac, stop being a back seat murderer for five minutes. The experiment however was drooling, looking at the scene, sharpened nails grazing on the fallen angel's shoulder. "I like it messy.."

gold eyes can’t help but glance sideways to the experiment. he’s half a mind to tell him if he wants to dictate his actions that he can very well do it himself then. but cain simply stays silent, a single brow lifting at the suggestion before he’s glancing back to the poor victim laid upon the dining table.

fitting, seeing it was a meal for dear isaac.

a quiet debate is made with himself, thinking over whether or not he wants to take the advice. it’s not a long debacle, for the fallen’s hand twists sharp, jerking the knife in the poor captive’s belly. a sharp screech pierces the air and cain’s lip all but twitches up cruelly, watching knuckles pale as they desperately claw the table. almost like they were attempting to get away. foolish, really. he’d never let that happen, or if he did, he’d simply find them again. or let them rot in the wastes. it’s no different to him.

but this plaything was not solely for him, but the experiment that clings to his shoulders, watching intently. he can feel the fabric of his shirt become damp from the drool that drips from the other’s mouth. another glance back to isaac is made and cain simply lifts a hand to cup the experiment’s jaw and force his mouth closed.

“i’m aware,” he muses quietly, listening to the plip of the blood that pools against the wood, dripping over the edge of it, “and you’re very capable of making that mess yourself.” a chuff of a laugh is made, and he twists his hand again, listening to the thud of legs kicking against the table surface. his hand pushes harder, digs the blade further down till he’s certain the tip scrapes the table itself.

his smile remains twisted as he carves a hole in the victim’s side, blood oozing from the wound. he admires shredded flesh and torn muscle, tongue poking from his mouth to lick against the flesh of his lip. humans were so fragile, weren’t they? yet they made such excellent toys. another laugh is quietly given, the hand holding isaac’s jaw dropping and cain slides the knife out to bring it up to the experiment’s face.

“are you satisfied or shall i continue?”

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in the mood for... keas

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im at work but my parents are gonna make me flip the fuck out, could i get some asks to answer when im on break later?

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@shieldsinned - continued from ask

a soft snort leaves the rider at the affirmation of the outlaw’s amusement, as well as the comment followed up. a shudder trails up his spine at the breath against his ear and the fingers that continue to grope at his pecs. lips part, as if niklaus were going to retort but his voice catches in his throat, becoming yet another choked noise of pleasure. gods above, its almost like niles knew his chest was his weakpoint. niklaus can’t help how his head falls back, resting against the archer’s shoulder as he keens from the way nimble fingers tease his nipples ( which cause his hips to grind down yet again ).

“you’ve all intent to make my throat raw, don’t you?” he pants, glancing to the side at niles. an arm lifts up, coming to hook around the outlaw’s head and fingers thread themselves into the white locks of the outlaw’s hair, “come now... those sounds you’re enjoying so much- i’ll make more once you’re spreading me open.”

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the prince is adorable, niklaus thinks, with the way that his tail wags and the affection he keeps giving. the deep kiss that xinya initiates gets a sigh from niklaus, hands coming up to rest upon the prince’s sides. gently, his thumbs rub small circles, appreciating the purrs that escape the dragon in his contentment. a soft hum escapes the rider himself, glancing down at the hands that cling to his shirt.

“perhaps that’s the point of saying such a thing. i am yours after all,” another sigh escapes him at the lick to his lip, “you really did miss me, didn’t you? i wonder if you’ll show me how much.”

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   He couldn’t help but be unbelievably happy to be back with the man he loved. His tail continued swaying away happily, lips soon melding with his own in a deep, passionate kiss - though even that didn’t quite seem to be enough to satisfy the dragon. Purrs grew loud in the back of Xinya’s throat, hands coming to cling onto the other’s shirt as he, eventually, withdrew.

    ❝ If you tell me something like that, I won’t wanna let you out of my arms for even a minute. ❞ He teased, licking along Niklaus’ bottom lip. ❝ You were gone for so long… Just having you back makes this place feel like home again… ❞

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All that could be seen from behind the couch was a long, silvery tail, slowly swaying back and forth. Hearing Niklaus walking by, however, Xinya soon threw himself over and pounced onto the other, knocking him to the floor only to attack the other with as many kisses as he could. "I missed you~!"

now, perhaps part of him should have seen the tail when it moved back and forth. and perhaps he should have noticed xinya’s presence as well. but he didn’t and it results in a surprised sound when he’s suddenly knocked over, breath momentarily leaving him. the feeling of a kiss, another and many more tells him exactly what happened and niklaus can’t help but chuckle quietly at the dragon’s enthusiastic affection, peering up at him with single eye.

“did you, now?” it’s a rhetoric question, he knows the answer already, but the rider can’t help but tease the prince, “well, you don’t have to miss me anymore. i’m here now, to do as you please.”

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are ether of your boys into being called daddy?

i think a lot of my boys would be into the name, but if you are askin about vincent or cain, cains into it. vincents more of an “alpha” kind of guy

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for the record, cent niklaus hríd vincent and suede are like the meatiest of my muses and they absolutely enjoy havin their chests touched and played with.

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vincent and cain time

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hey would you guys mind sendin me nice words/positive stuff? im not doin too good

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i see a wild calen who needs hugs

HOLDS MY ARMS OPEN WIDE

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today on “will calen actually write for once”: stay tuned!

in the meantime reach me on discord!