THIS FUCKING ASK MADE MY MORNING THANK YOU!!! I HOPE TO WRITE WITH YOU SOON BTW 💕💕💕

THIS FUCKING ASK MADE MY MORNING THANK YOU!!! I HOPE TO WRITE WITH YOU SOON BTW 💕💕💕

———THERE WAS A KIND OF FACILITATION THAT CAME WITH GAMES LIKE THESE. despite his fondness towards the submissive role, the man knew when to be the cat and when to be the mouse. strong hands pressing delicate wrists to the wall adjacent the bar, he kissed the woman as if he hadn’t felt a powerful presence the moment they’d initiated conversation. he wondered if she could sense it too? sliding his thigh between her legs, he broke the kiss to press lips to her jawline.

❝ you wanna get out of here? ❞

———THERE WERE POINTS AND THRESHOLDS WHERE ONE NEEDED TO CONSIDER HIS DEFEAT. points in which strong men, kaufman in particular, came to with the outlook that they would not be broken. he’d done so, foolishly, wholeheartedly, and with the kind of desire to settle a long ignored infatuation with the man behind him. he needed to know.
face pressed into pillow, he angled his gaze back towards his partner. well fucked, he couldn’t help his hazy expression at the command. bruised hips shifted as thighs widened to show off jude’s handiwork. even before the curse, the hormones, the things that even proceeded them, he’d been… empty. barren. it mattered little to him as things were. still, the idea of being bred by jude’s cock aroused him enough to even consider it.
he reached a hand back, fingers spreading his ass and lips to show off the white filling inside of him. a dazed smirk.

❝ what… got any left in you? ❞
EXTREMELY NAUGHTY STARTERS | accepting!

———IT WAS A SMELL HE RECOGNIZED AS SOON AS SHE WAS IN THE VICINITY. caramelized onions and gooey cheese. he wasn’t sure it was emmenthaler, most recipes these days substituting that for something slightly cheaper, more simple. turning towards the young woman, he smiled, accepting the tupperware and opening the lid.
❝ … how did you know? ❞
he laughs, turning to let her in and fetch a pair of plates for sharing.

———❝ SOUNDS LIKE A THREAT, if i didn’t know any better. ❞
finger at the back of his neck, a gesture to quiet the small ache that penetrated into his spine. this person knew an awful lot, though he’d have been disappointed for a wasted trip otherwise. an aura seemed to permeate off this place, this man, one which he’d been drawn to the moment he set foot in town.
❝ i’d say the opposite ; everyone is mortal until they’re not. ❞
a darker side of magic | accepting!
———THERE WAS SOMETHING ALMOST CHARMING ABOUT THIS ALL. though it was true that jude was not exactly a dog, nor emilie a cat, their bond seemed less than cliche with each passing break-in. she enjoyed the time spent with the large trespassing mutt, acting as a cat proving easy, as she was no more human than she was animal. still, there were times when she nearly broke character, times like these when jude was vulnerable and unaware.

❝ pour me a glass, will you? ❞
12 – What’s the best memory of your father?

———THOUGH ELLIOT’S RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS FATHER WAS MORE THAN TARNISHED, he admired his father in the beginning of their relationship. he wasn’t raised by his father, a man his mother never spoke about until her sickness early into his childhood. growing up in the weimar republic, elliot had little to call his own. his father came into the picture after his mother orchestrated a will and basically blackmailed the married man into taking his illegitimate child. at first elliot thought it was his father’s choice in taking custody of him, something that really helped his self esteem and worth. elliot remembers being spoiled early on, but soon that too fell apart.
he doesn’t really have a good singular memory of his father.
13 – What’s the worst memory of your father?

———ELLIOT REMEMBERS THE MAN WHO HE KNEW AS FATHER. the family dynamic was centered around he and his brother, whereas his father and half mother were never truly parents to him. his worst memory of his father came around the time he was thirteen. for jews, this is a very significant age, as it marks ones bar or bat mitzvah, their coming of age if you will. elliot had been experiencing an identity crisis for some time at this point, something his brother alexander helped him through. wanting to present as a man, elliot felt somewhat reluctant to have a bat mitzvah. his father saw this identity crisis as a rebellious defilement of tradition, and beat his child until he was satisfied she understood who she was. there are worse memories, but this one seems to have stuck with elliot longer than any others.
fathers day asks | accepting!

———❝ I’VE LIVED LONGER THAN A GOOD PERCENTILE OF THE WORLD. i’ve yet to see the day when straight people can act right in the presence of a queer. ❞
an accusation that held a bit of weight. it strained and pulled but never sank him, the subject at hand. he’d grown up at at time when people like him were herded into camps and slaughtered en masse. it wasn’t hard to say they’d gotten a little better from there.
❝ don’t let that stop you, it certainly hasn’t stopped me. ❞
love simon starters | accepting!

———❝ Clearer words could be said about my fuck up. ❞
What mattered was the effect it seemed to have, being thrown into the pit. Emerald eyes moved over his palms, the skin there turning grey from wear and age. For the first time in a century, the man could see himself growing old. Strange, how little it scared him. His demon, either dead or out of range, could not feed him his cut of the deal. How long had he been gone?
❝ Please, tell me you know a thing or two about my anti-aging regimen. ❞

———Emilie slowly climbs up Jude’s leg, already seeking the good pets.