𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖘

There was a little devil in Mateo’s ear whispering that she was only staying because there was nowhere else to go. Because survival worked like that — it made you go against your instinct. It was a voice that liked to torment him at night. The same one that had repeated over and over again that the only reason Leila hadn’t left yet was because she enjoyed the lifestyle a bit too much. Mateo had shut it down out of sheer will. And just like all those times before, he vowed to shut the fuck up. He shook his head, trying to get rid of that line of thought and focused his attention back on her. “Shh, shh. It’s okay.” He melted into her kiss, body angling towards her, but didn’t press for more. “I’m not mad, baby. I could never be mad at you.” At least not for too long. The scene downstairs was a testament to his bad temperament. “We are going to be fine,” he promised, but whether to her or to himself remained a mystery. “We are going to survive this.” His arms closed around her frame, pulling her smaller body into a body-crushing hug. “I love you. Lels.” He whispered into her ear, pressing a kiss to her head. “You’re my everything. You hear me? My everything.”

All of her worries and doubts fell off her shoulders the moment he pulled her in and Leila curled her arms around him just as tightly. She was repeating her apology a few times more, just softly rocking into Mateo's grip. "We got this." Leila nodded slowly, leaning back to cup the other's face between her smaller hands. "I love you too, Teo." The corners of her lips curled up in a small smile, and she let her fingers trail along his jawline gently. "No more fighting," she mumbled. "And you talk to me, I don't want you to hold anything back from me. No more fights, lies - I want us to be happy." Leila's lips moved up while he hands gently tugged at Mateo's head, pulling him a little more down so she could kiss his forehead. "Please tell me you don't have to work anytime soon." Because being alone right now would drive her wild again, she feared. "I just want you here, home. Where we can have a bath together, kiss a little, let me cook for you.. Anything." Leila pressed her forehead to his softly. "I've missed us, baby." No rushed kisses or love-making but genuinely holding each other, seeing each other. Just like the old days.

-> a proper “I cannot stand you unless you’re underneath me so drunk off of my cock that all you can say is my name” mutual coexistence. Friend of a mutual friend where they are constantly forced to be in the same room, same party, same dinner and absolutely despite one another but sneak off into a bathroom to fuck or always end up going home with each other. And you can bet that by morning they’re back to argument and ripping each others heads off.

Dani laughed it off as she watched Isabelle turn away from her to tend to some other client, yeah she knew she shouldn't be there flirting with the boss's daughter, but she also knew it would take them a while to figure it out and she was definitely trying to get away with as much as she could. Her fingers wrapped around the glass of whisky and she quickly brought it up to her lips, giving her a gentle shrug when she said it was nice to see a girl doing it. "It's nice to remind the guys I can still kick their ass." She laughed and quirked an eyebrow in her direction. "Oh, that sounds like it's you trying to flirt with me, but I could teach you a thing or two, as long as daddy doesn't find out you're alone with me."

"Do you have to remind them? No offense but I've seen the look on your face the moment you get in that ring, real focused and all that. You can kill with those eyes." Isabelle was watching those eyes, glancing from one to another with a lazy smile. She still thought it was pretty bad ass. At the accusation of her flirting with Dani now, she scoffed and shook her head. "You wish. No more whisky for you, you're getting too vocal for my liking." Isabelle teased the other with a chuckle, moving to one of the coolers to grab herself a bottle of beer, then popped a cigarette between her lips. Truth was, she liked exactly what this girl was doing and Isabelle wasn't really doing anything to get away from her. "Do you smoke?" - Belle asked while opening the beer, glancing over her shoulder to sign to one of the guys working on the other side of the bar so she could meet Dani. "Don't tell my dad I smoke, by the way. He doesn't know that either." She said it like a joke - while nodding to the backdoor s - but it was partly true. Her dad knew that she used to smoke.

"Oh cause I'm not out here in the streets causin' issues I'm introverted." He rolls his eyes at the accusation. "You were the poor sucker who chose to live next to me." He murmurs with a shrug. Myles doesn't know why fate put them next to one another. Probably so Myles can annoy him but Lorenzo is annoying as fuck on his own. "You wouldn't know the half of it." There's a glint in his eyes as he glances at Lorenzo. That's why his boss has him work the front because he looks so unsuspecting. "Oh yeah? Is that why you're always creepin'? You gotta know who's coming and going." He watches the smoke blow away in the wind as he tries not to think too hard about Lorenzo and his lurking ways. "No one's breaking my heart. Though, weirdly, no one wants a second date with me so I'm a little worried I'm cursed." He frowns as he turns to look at Lorenzo. He plucks the joint from his fingers and nods as he slips it between his lips. "You slick like that? I don't know I never pegged you as the type to watch your bitch let dudes in their place all so you can lurk. You ain't ever feel possessive? I'd go crazy."

"Either way you're annoying." Lorenzo answered with that smug smirk on his lips. "Please," he shook his head, eyes lingering on Myles' face. "Like your life didn't become ten times more fun when I moved in." He casually shrugged as the other laid it all out for them and narrowed his eyes while his playful smile grew bigger. "Why you think that is? They suck if they don't wanna stick around, you're better off without them then." Lorenzo's eyes dropped to the way Myles' lips curled around the joint, shamelessly staring. "You're worth more than the dumbfucks you keep dating." He murmured with a wave of his hand, then chuckled at the following words. "When someone's mine, there's no way someone's going to get close to them. I'll lock them up if I have to, I don't care." He was possessive as fuck and he wasn't ashamed of it. "I'd always be watching." A little freaky maybe. He didn't care. "Tell me how you're feeling." He'd gotten some extra strong stuff, hoping to get them feeling all nice and cozy. "You want to come here?" He opened his arm for the other. "Put a little bromance in here, do some corny ass stargazing." Or having an excuse to get the other near him.

Warren watches Tom's face so closely like he might be able to read every single micro expression on his face and be able to understand exactly how he's feeling. He watches between them for a brief pass before he lets his gaze linger on Micah. "It's biblical." The stranger says and Warren had known that. He can hear a Mormon ass name when he hears one. "Cute." Warren grins as he watches Micah shakes his head about being here with someone. He thinks it's a little bit funny that Tom had asked like Micah wasn't right here in front of them. He takes the joint from Tom about it and presses it between his lips. He's feeling all sorts of floaty between the liquor and the weed and Tom's jealousy. He exhales the smoke before passing it back to Micah and their gazes meet and he knows Tom is watching. "Thank you for sharing." He turns to look at Tom with a smile spread across his lips like he has no idea what he's doing. Sometimes Warren still wants to do mean shit to him for their past even if he's sworn he's over it.

It's biblical. For fucks sake. Tom wants to repeat it out loud in the mocked tone he'd usually do but he was biting his tongue so hard. What the fuck was Warren trying to hard for? He had the weed. "Very cute." - He'd said sarcastically. He shot Warren a warning glare before turning his gaze to Micah. Tom didn't like the way this Micah was looking at his Warren. He just stood there, clenching his jaw and thinking of a way to draw the attention back to him instead of this guy who Warren so suddenly seemed interested in. So he came up with a little plan himself. Two could play this game. His lips formed a little, sideways smile as his eyes lingered on Micah. Too long. "Sharing is caring, right?" He licked his bottom lip as he took the blunt from Micah's lips, slowly and gently taking a drag from it. "You also smell very nice too, Micah." His free hand moved down Warren's lower back. "Don't you think he smells nice, baby?"

DREW STARKEY + playing with kittens (x)

Rudy’s eyes sparkled with that unique twinkle of profound devotion. His eyes were watery, not from tears but from sheer adoration. He opened his mouth to answer her question but found that the lump in his throat was preventing any words from coming out. So, instead, he only nodded. Slowly. Vehemently. The same way a mortal would bow in front of a god — too stunned to do more than follow orders. Rudy liked playing games. All types of games. Even the ones that would ruin him. Especially the ones that ruined him. “I —,” his voice came out rough, hoarse. “I like playing games.” His breath hitched at her proximity. Eyes longing to look down at her legs but stubbornly remained focused on her face. Her question posed a new challenge. Did she want him to say dare or to say truth? Disappointing her was a luxury he couldn’t afford. “Uh, dare?” 

"I figured," Georgia smiled as she watched the other down on his knees for her. She noticed the way he was keeping his eyes pinned on her face, almost like he was afraid to look elsewhere. So cute, fragile even. "Dare? Big boy." She repeated with a slow nod, glancing around the room while humming as she thought of a dare to get him starter with. "I dare you to..." she suddenly smirked again, bringing up one of her legs to put a manicured foot trapped in an open heel down into the chair he had been sitting on before. Her bare leg was now inches removed from his face. "I dare you to kiss up from my ankle all the way up to my knee."

Han took personal offense to such an accusation. When he did kiss girls who were drunk, he always ensured their desire to continue. It's what he planned on doing with Remi right now. Since the other boy wanted to be smart with him, Han would play the game. "You're not into me?" Han's lips curled into a grin. "Then what's got you so hard?" His fingers lightly squeezed the hardening arousal but he didn't press further. He watched Remi and waited for a response he deemed suitable. By the end of this game, he wanted to have Remi begging him for more. Only then would he guide his friend's arousal between his lips. Unless Remi had something a little different in mind for them. He'd been right about him wanting some action tonight. While it would normally be a woman, he'd been curious about Remi. They were always teasing and messing around. This would be a big step forward for them. A line that was definitely crossed.

"I'm just drunk, I'm always hard when I'm drunk. Fuck off." Remi answered with a grin, head shaking a few times slowly. He hummed at the other's squeeze, hips pushing up because he wanted more. The blonde's face turned and he lifted his brows, eyeing Han with that same lazy grin. "What? You're hard, too. I can fucking feel you all pressed up against me." Remi moved a hand down to cup his friend's dick, returning the squeeze. "You're always horny it's sick. I bet you'd be the first to cum if I'd put my hand down your boxers."

❝ My sweet boy. ❞ He cooed. Not wanting the other to look away from him for long, Yurem placed the knife underneath Xavi's chin and tilted his head up a bit, until he was able to stare deeply into his eyes. He ran the gloved fingers of his other hand along Xavi's face, committing the feel of his warm skin to memory. The grin that stretched his lips widened the moment Xavi broken any distance left between their bodies by getting handsy himself. ❝ I want you to put that beautiful mouth of yours to good use, as you promised. ❞ A thumb traced the edges of Xavi's mouth, before parting them a bit when he pressed down at his bottom lip. ❝ You'll do that for me, won't you? ❞ When Yurem touched his knuckles to Xavi's cheek, it was in a soft, gentle gesture that contradicted the bloodbath that had taken place outside. That same hand was used to guide Xavi right where he wanted him by pushing him down on the floor, on his knees.

His head leaned into the other's touch and he even closed his eyes for a few seconds, as if to gather the nerves to let his fingers slip further down until he felt a waistband. Xavi purred softly, nodding to the words the other spoke. They were not pushy or forceful and it had Xavi all weak in the knees. "Yeah, I'll do that for you." - he breathed out, moving along with the push to settle on his knees in front of the masked figure. His head was tilted back to keep his eyes on the other while he worked on the pants, pushing them down. While leaning in, he was brushing his lips to the other's boxers, humming at how hard his cock already was. He pressed a few open mouthed kisses there before using his hands to tug the boxers down, cock springing free in his face. Xavi wrapped a hand around it, tongue slipping up and around his tip before his lips curled around him. "Like this?" He asked mumbling before taking more of him in, tongue dancing around him.

The camp for the hunt, a festival and traders market all in one, with temporary living quarters around an old stone fort which served as the base. In neutral territory. The rules were set in this place and most supernaturals adhered to them for the sake of peace and prosperity, but some of the older generations were still elitists and stuck in their ways. But there had been more bonds found each year the hunt occurred and there was an electric pulse in the air that Delwyn could feel. "Maybe you're right..." he muttered, turning his gaze forward once more as they entered the market area of the grounds.

Strange. She felt strange and watched but the drink in her hand was helping her loosen up a little more. As she and her friends wandered over the market, she was using her free hand to look at some jewelry. She loved silver jewelry and it was showing because Abby wore several different necklaces, some bracelets and rings. The white, ruffled summer dress she wore danced with every move she made, showing her tanned legs while the rest of her legs were tucked in brown cowboy boots. "They do sell really cute stuff." Abigail said while holding up a necklace with a gemstone, inspecting it a little.

That question. That dammed question. Mateo took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as his mind struggled to scramble the words together in a way that would make sense for someone outside his line of work. “It’s a job,” he mumbled, tilting his head some. “A job. Not a passion. Not a hobby. A job. I clock in, do what I have to do. And clock out.” Only his clocking out usually took anything from a couple of days to a whole month, depending on the target. “You don’t have to say anything.” He pulled away enough to look at her — really look at her. And something inside him broke at how small and vulnerable she looked. “That’s all.” More or less. There were omissions, gasps between truths that he hadn’t filled. But no more lies, not real ones. “Hey, look at me.” He grabbed her hands, pulling them from her face with a gentleness that seemed impossible for a killer, forcing their eyes to meet. “We are real. Every single time I told you I loved you was real. There is no one else. There hasn’t been anyone else since you.” Mateo didn’t try to reassure her everything was okay, didn’t try to pressure her into a false sense of safety. He just held her. “You can go,” he rasped, the words rough as if they had clawed their way out of his chest. “If you want. You can go.” But it would be definite. He wouldn’t be there if she decided to come back. Even if he wanted. He would have to go. Leave everything behind and start fresh somewhere else. 

A job. Not a hobby, not a passion. Well that was at least a little reassuring. All his words kept repeating in her head, and Leila just stared in front of her for a moment in dead silence. She only turned her face up to look at him when he made her do so, fingertips relaxing into his, even holding his. Maybe it was what she needed to do: to leave. The smaller female shifted deeper into his lap, closing the distance between them. "I don't have anywhere else to go." She started, quietly. "Or anyone. You know that, too." Leila melted more and more into this touch, shrugging slowly. "And even if I had, I wouldn't want to go. I don't want to leave you Mateo. I love you, I'm just - I'm nothing without you." Leila leaned in, her nose brushing along his cheek. "I promise I don't hate you." Lips pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, a beg for forgiveness, maybe. "Please don't be mad, I'll be better. I promise." Leila moved their hands up, lips pressing to his palm while she watched him. "I'm not going to leave." - she repeated. "This is what I want, you."

It wasn’t the first time someone had formulated that same question. People always wanted to know. People always believed there was some grand reason behind a person deciding to take lives. Or maybe that’s what they needed to believe. That trauma had shaped them into monsters. Because accepting that some people just did because it was an option would shake the foundation of their world. “I do it because I am good at it. Really good.” One of the best. “And it pays well.” It was the truth, no excuse, no saccharin version. He liked the money. “Many,” his voice didn’t shake when he answered her next question, but it did drop slightly. Not out of remorse but out of the certainty that Leila wouldn’t like it. “I won’t get hurt.” He wrapped his arms tighter around her. “I have been doing this for a long time. I will be alright.” 

After receiving the answers, she was starting to realise why she hadn’t asked them before. How she couldn’t master up the nerves to share her suspicions to him. “Oh my God,” she breathed out - her voice shaky as she tipped her head up to look at Mateo again. Everything. Leila had given up everything for a new life with him only to find out so much was build around this big lie. She looked away, wiping some tears and swallowing thickly. “Do you enjoy it?” Leila moved a hand up to cover Mateo’s lips before he could response, head shaking slowly. “I’m sorry don’t- don’t answer that.” Her hands remained there for a little while and Leila just rested her forehead to his while closing her eyes. “I don’t know what to do or to say.” She admitted. Part of her was still so angry, the other was just sad that he’d lied to her. Watery eyes looked at him while she spoke. “What else did you lie about? Do you even love me? Are there more women?” Leila hated being vulnerable like this but she needed to know. While still sitting in his lap, she leaned back and covered her face with her hands. “This is bad. This is so bad..” pure panic.

"Yeah you could but that's tomorrow. We're here now." Warren explains it slowly as if the others dumb. He still likes the way Tom is touching him even if it's probably ruining his chances to bum weed off of this guy. "How are you going to do that? You're so damn ominous." Warren likes it though and he likes that Tom is always trying to please him. He shivers as Tom's lips brush against his skin and he nudges him gently with his elbow. "You think he'll like it better down too?" Warren questions as he feels Tom's fingers tug at his elastic and his hair brushes his shoulders. He can't even hide the pleased groan that escapes him as the others fingers slip into his hair. "Yeah alright, let me go. Stop touching me." He's almost about to start pleading when he feels the press of Tom's hips. Warren pushes him back and escapes his goddamn forcefield as he approaches the other man. It's easy enough and he doesn't even ask about the way he'd obviously watches Tom touch him. He wants to smoke with hi and he takes him by the hand and brings him back to Tom. "This is my friend Tom. Tom this is Micah." He slips the joint from between his fingers before pressing it to his own lips and taking a long drag. "He doesn't mind sharing." Warren grins as he holds out the joint to Tom.

"Micah," Tom repeated with a slow nod. "Nice to meet you." Lips curled up in a wicked grin at the following words that came from Warren's mouth and he slipped a hand around the other's waist with a slow nod. "Don't hear that often anymore." Tom mumbled as he took the joint from Warren, his eyes lingering on Micah for a little while before looking back at Warren. "So is Micah here with someone?" He asked Warren, but eyed between them. "Guessing the one with the goods is the one who always gets lucky at the end of the night." At least he was trying to bond with this stranger because either if they were having a threesome or just smoking his weed; they needed him and Tom shouldn't be a dick. He'd learned that from Warren, ironically enough.