#Please Please Please i wanna take my foxes with me everywhere

[writingsbychlo]

babe would you possibly want to elaborate on switch all day lucien? i mean, since weve been getting all the batboys on this lovely sinners day

okay, so, I've never written romantic lucien at all and I don't know how I got here so if this sucks lets all be nice to me okay???

okay.

lucien switches depending on his mood, her mood, the day of the week, the plans for the day, it really can change on a whim. not only that, he'll change up moods in the middle of sex. he can go from being absolutely dominant to the subbiest little baby in seconds. "you want more? you want— fuck, fuck, petal, oh gods. just like that, please—"

he also loves when he's not sure, and neither is his mate. if they fight for control, he will get hard so fast. battles of rolling one another over, tearing at each other's clothes hands on necks, fingers in hair, dirty words muttered like a competition until someone gives in.

lucien likes to make a mess and also loves to be made a mess of.

"want my cum? yeah, 'course you do, flower. where'd you want it, huh?"

"please, please, please. wanna' feel you everywhere, wanna be covered in you, baby."

"fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please!"

"gods, can't wait to fill you up, see you spilling out. maybe I'll make you wear it all day, huh? leak into these pretty panties, try not to squirm while you work, I'd like that."

sixty-nine king. wants to use and be used all at the same time. tugging on his hair even as he denies you your orgasm makes him moan into your cunt. wants to fuck your face as you suffocate him and he dies happy between your thighs. it's perfect to him.

if he's fucking you and you put your hand around his neck, his eyes will roll.

has hard limits about physical pain, though. he will spank but not to mark.

loves being tied up but not fully. it's a blindfold or a gag, never both.

also, is not at all ashamed of people knowing his preferences. will smile stupidly if someone catches them flirting and they get caught out. once she called him her good boy in front of company and he was not even ashamed of the way his knees shook and he nodded obediently.

has been made to cum in his pants out in public from teasing.

"please, please, you're gonna make me cum right here, don't—"

"oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna' cum—"

"baby, don't stop. I'll be good, make me cum right here and I promise I'll make you feel so good when we get home."

"please take me away and fuck me in the bathroom."

"I just came watching you do that. I'm not kidding."

however, that dom switch could kick in anytime, cumming in public isn't always subby.

"you made me make a mess, so get under the table and lick me clean."

"oh, you think it's funny? get on your knees and taste how funny."

"you won't be laughing in a minute, sit on my thigh, and ride it. I don't care who sees, do as you're told."

also, pegging. lucien wants to be pegged sometimes, but that's only very occasionally. he does love a finger up there when he'd getting a blowjob, though, or a finger on his rim when he fucks her always makes him cum hard.

when he's being pegged, though, it's because he's in the kind of mood where he really needs to be taken apart. usually he's got his arms bound behind his back, face in the covers, drooling and whimpering and humping the sheets til he makes them sticky with precum.

"yes, baby, feel s' good. more, please."

"please touch my cock, I need— FUCK! YES! THAT!"

"you're so deep in me, little fox, oh gods..."

literally creamed himself when she got him a large dildo so she could fuck him like that while he fucks her. when she explained it he'd already cum, but when it got down to it, he came so fast at the feeling of being inside of her and being filled up.

"fuck, that's— I haven't cum that fast since I was a teenager. we're gonna' have to do that again."

lucien would totally wear male lingerie for his girl.

[ladyxyliaenchantria]

The Cursed Twin

The story started a thousand years ago, there was a mighty empire name "Sapientia". The empire was blessed with a pair of twins named Elysian Lilianna Sapientia and Pandora Persephone Sapientia. The two of them thought their bonds as a sister would go against any odds, however, they were separated at a young age to be trained by different masters so that they can master the magic better. Pandora was trained by a fox tribe since she was so tricky and quite Witty while Elysian were trained by a cat tribe since she is far more curious and laid back. Elysian who finished her studies earlier returned to the empire first and was made an Empress as their father died due to illness. She was a wonderful empress who lead with pride and spread kindness everywhere she went yet most of her people hate her and visited the God Of Calamity, a curse was set on her and the kind empress turn into someone evil, heartless and ruled by an iron fist. Her peoples suffer the curse together with no way to end it. Hundreds of years later, Pandora has returned to her homeland. She was devastated and shocked at how much Sapient Empire change.

Thankfully for her, some of the old people there tell her about how Elysian was cursed by the God Of Calamity because of her people who have hatred for the girl. Rage arises from inside her, how could people be so heartless and cursed a girl that was so kind? With bravery and determination, Pandora gathers a troupe. She led the rebellion against her sister. The only hope she have was to save her from the curse. Days turn weeks and weeks turn to months, Pandora finally arrives at the castle. She met her sister again after all those years they were apart.

"Elysian, how could you do this our people!? Why did you take the curse?!" She asked her in pure rage. Elysian let out a laugh that echoes through the hallway. She gets down from the throne and walked to Pandora.

"Pandora, my beloved sister. Can you see that I'm myself, ?!" She says sweetly before turning to a loud tone and attacking Pandora. Pandora knows she has no choice but to kill her. A couple of moments later, Elysian was already on her knees.

"Forgive me my sunflower, I'm returning too late. The one who should take this curse was me not you. If there is a chance we were born again, I still wanna be your sister and protect you from all this hatred." She says holding Elysian's face. Tears make their way down her face. Elysian eyes turn back to her normal eyes.

"Please...kill me" Elysian begged. Obeying her sister's request. She used her sword and slashed at Elysian's neck, blood coming out of it as Elysian take her last breath. Pandora hugged her sister's body and let out a piercing cry. Not long after, the knight comes in and saw the two sisters together.

"Pandora has died. She disguised as me and ruled as a tyrant. My beloved Sapientians! We have won the wars and from today onward there would be no empires or empires or emperors ruling this place. Freedom should always win." Pandora lied to them. The people's cheers echo through the castle wall and beyond.

10 nights after that, Sapientia Empire has been rebuilt with no rulers to rule over it. Everything has gone back to how it was. Pandora takes a seat next to Elysian's grave as she looks at the night sky.

"I hope you're happy there, Ely. You are now known as Lady Of Peace while I'm known for being Lady Of Chaos. I met your master too, she is quite hard to follow, isn't she?." Pandora speak and laughed to her own. She talks there for hours as if she talking with Elysian.

Pandora takes the identity of Elysian and keeps being one of the people of Sapientia who protected her homeland. On her last day, she created two schools at the remains of what was once the Empire now an island. Pandora Night Academy, The Allies of Chaos and Elysian Dawn Academy, The Protector of Mankind. The Empire is now known as the Isle Of Sapient.

"Lilith, please protect and watch over the students of Pandora as you, Belian protect and watch over students of Elysian...Hello there...Elysian."

"This was the story of Pandora and Elysian the founder of Pandora Night College and Elysian Dawn Academy. The next time we meet, I'll tell you guys a story about how Pandora Night College and Elysian Dawn Academy got their dormitory and sponsors." Xylia says as she closes the book in her, her ebony black eyes looking at the pairs in front of her. A cat with fiery blue ears looked at her impatiently.

"Eh?! That's all? Ore-Sama want to hear more about!" The cat say in dissatisfaction.

"Grim, Didn't you say that story telling is for kids?" A boy with blonde hair and pinkish highlights teased the so called "Grimm"

"SHUT UP"Grim yelled in embarrassment. A laugh escapes Xylia's mouth as she disappeared back to her dormitory.

"What a great pair of friends."

[akirawrites24]

Despair/Fear

Tammin/Star x Ren Amamiya/Joker (Original Character x Canon character)

Fandom: Persona 5

Disclaimer: Tammin is my fan made character

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Something is wrong, she can feel it. She has been hit by the shadow’s attack and has been hit with an ailment. She doesn’t know what.

No, get away from me..I didn’t do anything! 

Her teammates saw what happened, and immediately wanted to take action but more shadows showed up, making it difficult. They had no choice but to fight them off first.

She stepped back, backing against a wall before sinking to her knees, hiding herself behind them and holding her head.

We are gonna die here…I am gonna die here…Me, Joker, Skull, Panther, Mona and Fox, Queen, Oracle, Noir, Crow and Violet are going to die by the hands of this thing…

Hallucinations, their dead bodies are everywhere. She is next, she feels it. The shadow killed them all off and is coming for her next.

DON’T TOUCH ME, GO AWAY! I DON’T WANNA DIE! LEAVE! I AM NOT READY! I CAN’T!!

She screamed as loud as she could, hiding herself as much as she could behind her knees while not daring to look at what was happening in front of her.

I can’t die…I don’t wanna die…please come get me mommy…

Slowly, she felt the effects go away after a Me Patra is caused. Only now she realized she was hit with fear and despair. She was crying, the tears going through her mask to her cheeks.

She flinched a little when her arm was touched, but quickly calmed down a little when she recognized the black hair and white mask.

“It’s okay Star, it’s over. The pain is gone”

[jocy-diaries]

06.25.2022

Aah, I missed my DnD session today. I must have been a lot more tired than I thought... Hopefully I cam make the next ones.

You know. I was living in my own little world here in France and Italy. I had zero American news and I was happy. Then I went on the meeting for Work and got the American news and BOOM my depression has returned 😅 Maybe I should buy a house in Canada instead. Or at least like. Oregon.

I feel so tired... I've been laying in bed since I woke up. I think I'll start taking my medication again. And instead of going to Cinque Terre (I don't think I can do those stairs again) I'll just walk around the town, get an ice cream, maybe some souvenirs, and hopefully a pizza. I haven't been taking the best care of myself lately...

So I got kicked out of my room by house cleaning around 12, and honestly thank goodness for that otherwise I might have remained all day lol After that I went to walk a bit and I realized I could try to get a boat ride. So I saw the Sea again!!! A lot more green than in Cinque Terre, but still wonderful~

After that I decided to go to a museum and ohmygod it was so nice!! It was such an experience. I took my time, read all of the information, saw all of the pieces, took all the photos and selfies I wanted, and I was all alone in the museum! No crowd, just me and the art~ I loved it.

And when I was done, one of the museum curators saw me and pointed me to another exhibition. I SAW BAST THERE!!!! I saw the aegis of Bast and the Eye of Ra and low-key freaked out. That was the LAST thing I had expected to see!

After all that I was super hungry so I decided to finally stop at a restaurant. The salt and pepper certainly add something to the margarita. Not sure if it's something good though lol And the pizza toppings on bread, honestly, wad amazing. Whatever they put in this Mojito is STRONG. I'm already feeling it and yet I want another drink.. Maybe salt and pepper really is the key 🤔 I'm already rather drunk. But ohmygod I can't wait to order my next drink~~~ This is such a bad idea. Cuz I'm a lightweight. And I'm smol. But this time it has ice so that will surely help~ And I have water at the Hotel Hotel I can still get hydrated.

We've been calling eating half of our restaurant food a success, so I think I'm sticking to that.

Mojitos are so fucking good. You can't go wrong with mint and alcohol~ But uh-oh. I think I'm legit drunk now 8) Getting to my hotel will be interesting. I still want ice cream.

A bridal party just walked by with the bride to be holding a big inflatable penis. What a wonderfully Bacchus event.

The first and only car I've seen driving through the square had been been police car. I guess they're bastards everywhere.

I don't think I'll be able to finish my whole dinner, but once I'm done, I wanna go back to the hotel, wash my hair, and watch Aggretsuko wile doing my hair. I'm gonna miss La Spezia so much!!!! I want a house here. And in Nanterre. Those are my goals.

I almost feel bad, like the beggars here know how to target people so that last one totally got me. But now I have my earliest on so I'm just straight up ignoring people. I feel bad but like. I'm eating dude. Please.

Oh and I bought my little sister the best freaking gift >:) It likes weird dolls (and I could have gotten an awesome dolls but it was thirty bucks I'm sorry ;^;) But I bought it a cool looking clay mask~ It loves masks and weird doll stuff. It's so easy to shop for.

I gave a pigeon some of my bruschette since I'm kinda full. I'm waiting for it to come back so I van give it more, but it won't :(

I was only able to walk to my hotel correctly because I was stepping in time with The Fox's Wedding playing in my earphones XD Perfecto~ Oh I am so pleasantly drunk~ I love it~~ I'll wait until I'm a bit more sober before I do my hair.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝑃𝑒𝑡 𝐺𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑡 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Loud and intense slurping sounds were the only thing heard besides your whimpers and moaning. You tried to move away from the face that was currently buried between your legs as you felt your 6th orgasm building up, but a firm hand placed itself on your stomach, holding you down to keep you from moving.

"Come on my little kitten, you know you want to cum one more time. Cum for me."

Hongjoong's skillful tongue laps up all of your juices, not letting a single drop go to waste. Coming up to lay on top of you, he kisses you tenderly, leftover arousal on his lips now being tasted by you. His fingers sweep your hair away, scratching at the back of your [insert color] ears and he chuckles when he feels you purring into his mouth.

"You feeling good kitten? You feel better?"

Although having him eat you out so many times was always a delight, you still felt like you needed more, your core starting to feel empty and needy. Looking up at him, your pupils dilated as your fingers brushed along the tent in his pants. Playing coy, Hongjoong tilted his head at you.

"What is it kitten? Do you want something from me?"

Hongjoong chuckled when he felt your claws began tearing at his jeans. Getting the hint, he began to take himself out, slapping his head on your clit.

"Don't worry kitten, master will fill you up."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa let out a loud hiss when he felt your walls clench unbearably tight around him. His hand came down to caress the red prints he had left all over your ass, stroking them with utmost tenderness, before coming over to play with your little cotton tail, which briefly twitched when it felt his touch.

"You like that my little bunny?"

Your drawned out moan was an affirmative answer. Wanting to further tease you, he harshly tugged at your tail, sending you yelping into the pillow as you began cumming all over him.

"Oh fuck bunny! I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum inside you!" He cried out, his thrusts becoming more sporadic.

Your long ears began fretting uncontrollably when they heard his words.

"N-no master! You could get me pregnant! Humans can still-" Your sentence couldn't be finished as your body began getting heated once more.

Seonghwa's thrusts never stopped, in fact they got more desperate. Leaning over, he began kissing along your back.

"Really? I can breed you my little bunny?"

You nodded your head as you felt yourself cumming once again, nearly squirting when you heard his next words.

"Then let's knock you up. I wanna see you full of my babies."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Your fingers couldn't keep from fisting at your skirt, your eyes looking everywhere but at the tv in front of you, where a movie your loving master had put on for your weekly movie nights you often had. You hated this, you thought you could distract yourself and ignore the immense throbbing that started that morning, but it was becoming too much.

"Baby? Are you ok? What's wrong pup?"

Yunho's voice snapped you out of your thoughts and until then you realized you had been unconsciously rutting yourself on his thigh, your cheeks burning red with embarrassment. But Yunho didn't seem to mind as he began kissing your shoulders, hands sliding up under your shirt to knead at your exposed breasts.

"It hurts doesn't it puppy?"

You nodded, melting into his touch and tilting your head so he could suck hickeys into your neck.

"Is this ok? Does this feel better?" He asked you as he pinched your nipples.

You whined loudly, loving your master's caresses, but wanting them places elsewhere.

"Yes but-but.." You were too scared to ask him.

"But what pup? Still hurts? Where do you need it?"

Humming softly, Yunho dropped one hands inside your skirt, pushing your panties to the side to slide a finger, then 2 inside of you. You cried out at the stretch his long fingers gave you, spreading your legs out more so he could add a 3rd one.

"Master will take the pain away for you pup."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Coming home to find you, his fox hybrid, in pain and furiously grinding yourself onto a pillow somehow didn't phase Yeosang. He knew that you were bound to start your first heat anytime soon. You on the other hand, didn't fully understand what was happening to your body.

"M-master, please help." You begged him, your eyes becoming brimmed with tears.

Gently, Yeosang calmed you down first before ushering you to lie your naked body down onto the bed. Petting your ears softly, he went to his closet to get out the box he had stashed away until this moment arrived. Coming back over to you, he took out a weird device you had never seen before, but it was pink, long and cylindrical in shape. Turning on a button, it began making a buzzing noise and Yeosang then lowered it down until it touched your throbbing clit.

"Oh! Oh my god." You squirmed as vibrations pulsated all over your body.

Yeosang's fingers went back to your ears, stroking them as he moved the device around your sensitive little nub.

"This is called a vibrator my dear. It will help you out at times like these."

Soon he moved the vibrator from your clit and slipped it inside you, sliding it in and out of you until you were a shaking mess and came for the first time in your life. Taking it out of you, Yeosang studied the glistening juices left from your orgasm.

"Of course, one day even this won't be enough for you..."

You blushed and let out a squeak when you saw him lick some of the cum off as he winked at you.

"But that's what my cock will be here for."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San's fingers yanked your hair from the pillow, not willing to let you muffle the screams pouring out of your mouth. You cried out even harder as he began landing hard slaps on your ass.

"Stop trying to hide now, acting like you weren't rutting yourself on Mingi's lap just 5 minutes ago like the little bitch in heat you are."

Tears came down your cheeks as your legs threatened to give out underneath you. You didn't want to make San mad, but your heat was unbearable and yes, you accidentally rutted yourself on his friend while he was cuddling you on his lap.

"I'm sorry master! My- can't control my heat!" You exclaimed.

San let out a pensive hum, his hips slowing down until they stopped and he pulled out of you, which made you whine harder at being denied to cum.

"You're right....you really can't control yourself when you're in heat. All you can think about is getting fucked over and over."

With a sadistic grin, he threw you over his shoulder and stormed out of the room and into the living room, where his other members had reddened faces at having heard what was going on, but now they looked in shock as San set you on the floor, displaying your naked form to them.

"Guys my little puppy hybrid is in heat and needs a little fucking. Correction....a lot of fucking." He emphasized the last part.

Using his foot, he made you open your legs so they could all look at your soaked hole which ached to be filled once more, stuffed to the brim with cum.

"Come on guys, I've seen you stare at my little bitch too many times. If you want to fuck her, now's your chance. "

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You couldn't ask for a better caregiver than Mingi. You absolutely loved him and he absolutely adored you. He took great care of you and was always displaying his affection towards you. And he always made sure to satisfy your needs, especially when you went into heat. You always looked forward to those times because he was extra attentive and even romantic towards you.

"There you go my pretty little kitten. That's it. Just take it nice and slow."

Your head was thrown back, eyes closed as you lost yourself in the immense pleasure of grinding against his huge cock. Mingi's hands were holding onto your waist, guiding your movements so he could hit your sweet spot each time you sunk down on his length. The splashing sounds of the water in the bathtub you two were in were the only other sounds besides the moans coming out both of your mouths.

Mingi attached his mouth to your neck, sucking down on your wet skin, brushing away some of your dampened hair.

"You're so beautiful my pretty one, and you're doing so well taking my cock." You lived for his praises and sweet words.

"Thank you master. Thank you for making me feel-"

You were silenced when he suddenly pressed his lips against yours, his tongue running itself across your upper lip as he began bucking his hips harder into you.

"Shh. Hush kitten."

You melted and immediately came all over him, feeling overwhelmed with not only euphoria but with love as well.

"Don't thank me kitten. Master just wants to make sure you're taken care of properly."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung hummed a soft tune to himself as he carefully flipped the pancakes he was currently cooking on the stove. It was early morning and he was wearing nothing but his sweatpants, hair a mess and in tangles from his previous night with you. He squealed when he suddenly felt a body press itself to his.

"Don't give me a heart attack so early in the morning." He scolded you, swatting the utensil on one of your fluffy ears.

Letting out a huff, you turned him to face you and he was kinda surprised to see you there naked. Just as he was about to ask, you pulled him in for a desperate kiss, fingers raking against his bare chest as you pulled him over to the table.

"God dammit Y/N, are you seriously this horny this early?" Although he complained, he still made no effort to push you off him nor stop your hand from palming his growing hard on.

"I'm still in heat! Please, I need you." You whimpered at him, taking one of his hands to cup and feel your dripping mound.

Growling, Wooyoung flipped you so you were laying on the table, his hands spreading your legs open. Pulling his sweatpants down, he surprised you when you saw he had gone commando that morning.

"What? I knew there would be no use in wearing underwear."

You gasped when he entered you promptly, immediately pounding his into you. He was going at it so hard you reached your hands up to grip onto his arms to steady yourself as you felt the first orgasm of the day washing over you.

"Fuck! You really are just a horny little bunny. Just wants to pounce on my cock and get fucked dumb."

You shook under him when he snaked a hand to wrap around your throat, making you go dizzy as you began chanting his name over and over again.

"I'll make sure to fuck you dumb my horny bunny."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Catching your ears poke out from the doorway, Jongho set his weights down and turned to look at you, who immediately hid.

"What's wrong my little vixen?" He celled out for you.

You nervously stuck your face out.

"No....nothing master. I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Just as you were about to run away, Jongho called out for you again.

"Wait! Babygirl come over here." He ordered you.

Seeing you walk in with your fingers tugging at your oversized sleeves, cheeks pink and ears down, Jongho could already guess what was going on. Cupping your chin, he tilted it up.

"Well then? What is it my little vixen?"

You wanted to cry from how embarrassed you were and for disturbing Jongho with your dirty needs when he was obviously busy.

"I'm sorry m-master ... I'll go-"

"Nonsense my darling. It's ok. I know you're still in heat so don't cry ok?"

Pecking your lips, he picked you up and walked over to the couch, sitting down and immediately stripping you out of your shorts and panties, which were drenched at this point. Jongho then gently placed you on one of his thighs just as he always did when you went into heat, his hands giving your ass cheeks a gentle squeeze.

"Ok. Go on my little vixen. Put on your little show for me, fuck yourself on my thigh as much as you want."

Gifs not mine. Credit goes to their respective owners.

[legends-of-apex]

Mirror, Mirror

Robbie Reyes x Reader (18+)

Rating: 18+ (mirror sex, fingering, riding, dirty talk)

Word Count: 2,800

Summary: Robbie comes up with a way to satisfy your need to see him when he’s touching you as your sitting back against him in his lap. He decides to give sitting in front of the mirror a try. Reader is AFAB

A/N: Bold text indicates the Rider speaking in Robbie’s head. Thank you so much to @icy-spicy for her input into this!!! Most of these fics wouldn’t get written without you, I swear! Hope you all enjoy! Please feel free to let me know what you think ☺️

His hands were all over you. Running his nails over your bare thighs and palming your breasts through the lace that barely hid them from view. He was grabbing handfuls of your hips and keeping you pinned back against him, your bodies moving against one another in search of desperate friction.

You could feel him everywhere. His chest against your back, his legs beneath your own. You could hear him too, his breath heavy behind your ear as he touched you. And his scent? His scent was surrounding you, enveloping you. Burnt fibres mixed with his cologne, an intoxicating combination if ever there was one. You could even still taste his lips on your own from a few moments before. But you couldn’t see him.

“Robbie,” you whined, “I wanna see you.”

He took in a shaky breath and tried to quell the heat rising beneath his skin. Your words made his stomach flutter and his cheeks redden. You wanted to see him as he pleasured you because you adored how he looked, how he moved. Because watching him touch you turned you on. He looked around for a solution, a way he could please you like this but you could still see him. Then it hit him. The mirror. The mirror hung on the wall beside your bed. It was hung slightly lower than the height of the bed and reached higher than your full upright height.

You’d have the perfect view.

He lifted you and sat back down in front of the mirror, his legs hung over the side of the bed. You sat in his lap, your back against his chest. He slotted a knee between your own and used it to spread your legs wide, bearing your body open in front of the mirror.

“See how beautiful you are, cariña?” He rasped as he nuzzled your neck , letting his lips trail along your delicious skin before resting his chin on your shoulder so he could look at you, “Take a look.”

He reached around and took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, gently tilting your head so you looked at yourself. It was a pretty sight, you had to admit. Robbie had you in your bra and panties, a lacy black set. One of his favourites and one of the very few he hadn’t torn from your waist. Yet.

“You look good enough to eat, don’t you think?” He asked and you took in a sharp breath at the thought, “But not today, baby. Nah, right now I want you to show me how you touched yourself when I was out last night.”

You let your hand fall open on your thigh and he stopped you, “Use my hand. You were imagining it was my hand weren’t you?” You nodded and he chuckled. Of course, you were.

“Go ahead, baby. Fuck yourself with my fingers.”

You let your hand cover the back of his, barely able to grasp it with how large it was compared to your own, and set it atop your stomach before slowly trailing it down over your panties to cup your heat. Taking your meaning he curled his hand over your entire mound, moving back and forth slightly as you encouraged him to. You couldn’t help but jerk your hips along with the movement, desperate for the friction.

“Were you this desperate last night baby? Couldn’t wait for me to come home and fuck you?” You spared a glance to the mirror and saw him smirking like a fox with a stolen hen between its jaws. The bastard.

He rubbed you a little harder and your breath hitched as he pressed his middle finger down harder than the others, drawing a line down the centre of your pussy. You guided his hand beneath the waistband of your panties, his knuckles bulging through the tight material, and let him continue on rubbing you with his entire hand.

“You’re soaked, chica.”

It was true, you were absolutely soaked. His fingers slick already as he circled your entrance to gather it on his fingers. You nudged his hand up, through your folds and up to your clit. He danced around it with two fingers, deliberately not giving it the attention he knew you craved.

“Robbie...please,” You whined, looking at him in the mirror. You saw the flash of his teeth then as he grinned, so delighted with that tone in your voice. He brought his other hand to circle one of your breasts now, scissoring your nipple between two warm fingers.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” he asked, catching your eyes with his in the glass. You admired the way arms muscles bulged as he reached around to touch you and the way just the faintest sliver of his bare abdomen and chest were visible to you, just peeking out from behind your body. He was so beautiful and this position was teasing you with how little of him you could see.

“Please...please touch my clit.” You whined. He hummed in response and kissed your neck again, utterly indulging in the way you rutted your hips against his hand.

He did touch your clit then. Using only the gentlest pressure before using three fingers to rub harshly, quickly. It sent your hips jerking and your legs shaking. He did that intermittently, going between the gentlest ghost of pressure before rubbing you at full pelt, thoroughly soaking your panties in the process.

He let his lips ghost over the shell of your ear now, skin barely touching skin, “When you were touching yourself, were you imagining it was my fingers or my cock inside you?” His voice was but a whisper in your ear. His breath ragged and rustling the hairs on your neck. You couldn’t help but shiver.

“Y-your cock.” You answered and he groaned, very much enjoying the idea of you stuffing your fingers in your pussy and pretending it was him.

“You want it right now?” he asked, rubbing you a little faster.

“Yes!” Your voice cracked as you said it, his fingers putting such delicious pressure on your clit that you could barely sit still.

“Yeah?” he used his other hand to grip your hips, not letting you squirm, “You want it inside your pussy, baby?”

“Yes! Please, I wanna come on your cock!”

He had other ideas. He was going to make you come on his fingers and on his cock. So he pushed your underwear to the side and pressed two fingers inside you, letting them pulse against the walls of your pussy. His sweatpants beneath you were drenched with your wetness and they were only getting wetter. He was knuckle-deep inside you now, rubbing and caressing your spongy walls with his fingertips. He could barely keep you in place for how much you were squirming and shaking but soon you were coming and your body could all but tremble in his arms.

He tilted your chin towards the mirror again, telling you to look at yourself as you came. And it certainly was a sight. But you had to close your eyes when the pleasure got too much. White-hot pleasure almost to the point of pain washed over your body and he prolonged it for you as much as he could, fingers gliding in and out of you in smooth motions until you settled down again.

“Oh, baby,” he cooed as he pulled his fingers out of you, “You ready for me?”

You absolutely were not at all but you still nodded, though drowsily as you did as you turned to capture his lips with your own. He was hungry and desperate for you, you could always tell from his kisses. The hardness beneath your thigh was also as good an indication as any.

You reached behind you to hold the back of his head, to feel the softness of his skin and tug lightly at the hair as he entered you slowly but with ease. You were so wet now, thighs glistening so wonderfully in the mirror. And you watched his length disappear inside you. It was such a sinful sight, made even more so when you could see Robbie utterly mesmerised by the action.

The way your body took him in and embraced him. The warmth and the pressure of your walls around him? It was heaven and he was forever wondering what he did to deserve it.

He stilled the jerk of his hips then and let you move at your own pace atop him as he wrapped his hand around your neck. Not enough to stop air, just so you could feel the weight of his hand on your throat. His other hand found your clit again and he again pressed two fingers to it.

You stilled completely. Just enjoying the feeling of him being inside you as he touched you for a moment. You could have sat like that for hours. His length inside you felt so good, too good. The stretch and the fullness that came with him was addicting. Not to mention his practised fingers on your clit and his teeth digging into your shoulder. His body behind you was the most comforting mass of warmth and steadiness, even as you enveloped his length in your pussy.

You were going to come again in a few minutes if this kept up. You’d come again without being able to touch him. His face in the mirror was beautiful as it always was but you wanted to hold it, to caress and love his skin.

“Wait-I wanna touch you, baby,” you told him, entirely too worried you might come again from that position if he kept it up any longer. You wanted to come again, but you also wanted to hold him and make sure he was taken care of too, that was your favourite part of this.

So he pulled out of you and flipped you around so you straddled his hips. This position was perfect, the best one for riding him as you had complete access to his body but also got to be right up close to him. Skin sliding against skin. Chest to chest. Heart to heart.

You also got to lock your legs around his hips, the deepest you could ever hope to have him in you and it felt good. So good you almost couldn’t believe it.

When he looked to the mirror again, chin resting on your shoulder as you bounced on his cock, he caught sight of a skull in place of his face reflected back at him. Zarathos wanted out to play it seems. But Robbie wanted you to himself tonight.

“Mine,” he growled in warning at his counterpart in the reflection, nails digging into your hips.

“All yours, baby.” You assured him, not realising he was in fact speaking to the demon inside him who simmered down at his words.

In his head, the demon laughed. A creaking sound akin to that of an ageing unoiled hinge.

Sharing is caring, Roberto.

“Not right now it ain’t,” he replied, gritting his teeth slightly.

You stopped grinding down upon him and caught his gaze, “Huh? You alright?” You asked and then he realised he’d replied to the demon out loud.

“Sorry, he’s just sounding off again.” He took your hips in both his hands and lifted you slightly before setting you back down, continuing the rhythm.

“Yeah?” You asked, moving your hips of your own accord again now that you were sure he was okay, “What did he, ah- want?”

“You.”

That one word reply sent a shiver right to your core. You knew the demon craved you constantly, Robbie told you as much. But oh, you wished to hear exactly what he whispered in your poor lover’s ear.

Oh, tell her exactly what I want to do to her. Tell her every little detail.

Zarathos rarely ever shut up about the things he wanted to do to you. All it took was for Robbie to look at you sometimes, even as you were doing the most mundane things, and Zarathos would sound off about what he wanted to do to you. Just that morning you’d grabbed something out of a cupboard in the kitchen and Zarathos started on about how he wanted to bend you over the kitchen counter. It was incredibly distracting.

“That so?” You asked, “Hope he doesn’t mind, but I’d much rather have you right now. He’s great and all, but he’s not you. And right now I want you.” He looked up at you, your eyes meeting, “Just you.”

As much as you loved getting ruined by the demon, he wasn’t Robbie. He wasn’t the soft touches or the groans in your ear. The loving embraces or the moaning of names. He wasn’t Robbie and that’s who you wanted right now.

His eyes softened at your words and he reached his hand up to hold your cheek as he looked into your eyes, “Cada día te quiero más.” (Each day I love you more)

You brought your hand to cover his, thumb stroking over his knuckles as you leaned down to capture his lips. You poured every ounce of love you had for him into that kiss, no longer caring about chasing your release or his. You just wanted to kiss him, to love him.

He adjusted his hips a little whilst he kissed you, sending his length rubbing against your walls in the most pleasant of ways. You both moaned and then it was time to get back to it.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kept his face close to yours. Stealing kisses from one another on occasion. His lips were never more than a few inches away from yours now, and his eyes were only ever locked onto your own or your lips. His hands on your hips helped you along a little. Exhaustion starting to creep in amongst that searing, pulsing pleasure.

“I can’t get enough of you,” you told him and he almost came then and there from the desperation in your voice.

That was for him. Just for him. And your wetness was just for him too. The cries and the pleading. The erratic jerks of your hips and your fingers in his hair. That was all for him.

And he came.

He came without warning. Unceremoniously filling you with his come and calling your name out like it was the only name he’s ever known.

“Oh shit! Baby, I’m so sorry! It happened so fast I-” He tried to apologise for the lack of warning but you shushed him. It felt so good. Too good. You just wanted to bask in it. Feel him inside you as you rocked your hips and the tempo of your orgasm built and built.

You weren’t long coming after him, body entirely slumped against him as your shoulders shook. He held you close, petting over your skin and gasping at the way you worked your hips on his sensitive length.

He fell back onto the bed, taking you with him so you landed with your cheek against his glistening chest.

“Shit, that was good,” you mumbled, trying to catch your breath. You leaned up off of him, an elbow planted on the bed at either side of his head. When you looked down at him he was smiling, and his chest was heaving.

“It sure was, cariña.” He laughed, flipping you both over so you lay facing one another.

“I meant what I said by the way,” he looked to you in question, knuckle trailing over your shoulder, “As fun as it is having him sometimes. I don’t want you thinking you’re not enough for me. You’re all I could ever want.”

He tugged against him and brought you in close, wrapping his arms around your back as he embraced you. That meant more to him than you’d ever know. He had an unfortunate habit of defining his worth compared to what he would be like if he didn’t have the demon inside him. He knew you loved him and that he meant so much to you. But sometimes he needed the reminder that you loved him for him. It wasn’t that you didn’t tell him enough, just that doubt had a habit or clinging to him like a vice.

“You mean the world to me,” he mumbled into your hair before pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Te quiero.” (I love you)

“I love you too.” The words barely managed to leave your mouth before you kissed him again, just a soft press of lips. You settled down against his chest then, letting your fingers fan out and trace over his skin. You would need to get up and get ready for bed in a minute but for now you let yourself melt into his arms and let the rhythm of his heart soothe you like the softest song.

Tagging (the horny for ghost rider squad): @icy-spicy @spring-soldier @theamalgamateplaywright @lilliannmac

[goggles-mcgee]

Your fic idea Wish Me Away has so much angst potential but also, do you know how funny is It to imagine the shenanigans the Batfam will get into because of this cute baby who came with a box full of little ancient gods that live in magic jewels!!

I'm hoping it will be an equal balance of angst and humor, or course with a happy ending for Marinette and her family and friends.

Oh man yeah the Batfam will figure that out quick. Especially since Mari will bring out every Miraculous to "train" with, she's just playing with them, and she transforms with them a lot. The family really worries when she uses Kaalki. But they worry anyways because she always somehow manages to get out of the manor to help them with their patrols, they are thankful to the Miraculous Cure that the Ladybug Miraculous gives Marietta, but they don't know how many times they can take being mid fight only for her to show up and try to help.

Joker literally laughed till he passed out when this tiny little mouse-themed hero came out of nowhere and put her hand up and yelled "Stop cwown!" He tried to keep his gun in his hand but to no avail, he was shaking to much and it fell and Mari looked very pleased with herself.

Poison Ivy literally stopped what she was doing when this little bumble-bee hero flew in front of her face and gave her a smile and said, "Pretty flowers! Belles fleurs!" She just stared before grabbed the child and hugging her to her chest and glaring at Batman before yelling, "Don't you have enough you furry?"

The Batfam lost it when little Bumble-bee pointed at Batman and tilted her head and asked, "Furry?"

Ivy got the biggest smirk on her face when she smiled down at Bumble-bee and nodded. She even used baby voice and said, "Yes my flower, he's a furry."

Ivy swore she could see a blush under the cowl when the child pointed at Batman and in a very happy voice shouted, "Furry, furry, furry!"

Harley Quinn had been in the middle of a robbery when a small person dressed like a fox popped in and looked at Harley and then at Bud and Lou and back at Harley with super big blue eyes. "Pet?" She asked.

And what was Harley supposed to say? No? Yeah hell no was she going to tell the little on no so she nodded and the child giggled in glee. She watched to make sure Bud and Lou didn't hurt the little one and was pleasantly surprised when they just licked the child and laughed. So they liked her, huh.

So Harley decided to stop her robbing to introduce herself, "I'm Harley Quinn, nice to meet you kid!"

"Quinn?"

"Harley Quinn."

"Haw-wee?"

"Close enough!"

Then she told the little one Bud and Lou's names and she watched as the child would point at them and say their name and look back at her to confirm and when she got it right she would clap her hands and giggle. It was at that point that Harley said fuck it and stopped robbing the store and decided to take the little one out for ice cream. That's how B-man found them and she had to say, he looked pretty frazzled.

Catwoman, Selina found her own little hero when she was on the prowl one night, just to stretch out and get some air. Maybe have some fun if Bruce didn't hear about it. Then she heard a small someone say "Meow!"

She had never turned so fast, nearly fell off the roof. Which apparently was funny because the small child that was on the roof laughed and crawled over to her. Selina just stared at the little one and all she could think of was that she was going to kill Bruce. Another one!? Really!? Why was it so small???

So she picked up the child and went to find Batman so she could kick him off a roof. But she couldn't help but smile down at the little kitten. "I'm calling you Kitten." She mumbled as she jumped on the rooftops as carefully as she could.

"Kitten?" The child asked as she pointed to herself.

"You're smart. I'm Catwoman."

"Chat! Meow!"

Selina couldn't help but laugh at that and nod. When she finally found Bruce she did kick him. Not off the roof though but it was still a little satisfying. The little bundle of black and blue in her arms squirmed until she set her down and she watched in fascination as she ran to Batman and hugged his leg. "Dad-dee!"

"Kitten we've been looking for you everywhere!"

So her name was Kitten. 10 points for Selina.

"You know I thought I was the one supposed to give you a kid B."

"Can we please talk about this later?"

"Daddy! Wanna go with Cat!"

Apparently Bruce was not good at saying no to the little Kitten because he looked at her after trying to convince the little one five times that she should go home, and asking if she would mind just taking her out for a while. Selina didn't mind in the least, plus she figured she could get some more dirt on him later at the manor.

Riddler had been mid riddle with Red Robin when a small little snake themed girl came out of nowhere. He had just stared at her when Red Robin grabbed her and was scolding her and asking what she thought she was doing.

"That's a child."

"Yes Nygma."

"That's an actual human child."

"She's one and a half so more so an infant."

"Okay. What is that infant doing here?"

"She's my sister."

"Jesus Chr-Batman has a problem. Yeah no, I'm not doing this with that here. We'll carry on later."

"I have to arrest you Nygma."

"Why? I didn't even get to say my riddle!"

"...The bombs."

"Right."

Anyways XD here's some shenanigans for you!

[13uswntimagines]

I Should Sleep With You More Often (Sam x Reader)

Sequel to Works Like a Charm  where Sam and Reader finally get together. It’s a very fluffy piece, with a little bit of late night breakfast making and a surprise kiss. 

special thanks to @literaryhedgehog​ cause this wouldn’t have happened without her. 

Hello?”

“Hey, I can’t sleep.” Sam’s voice comes over the phone, getting straight to the point with frustration.

“And you’re calling me about it? At 3 am. I could have been asleep you know.” You huff into the phone, pinning it between your chin and your shoulder. 

“Were you?” She asks, and you can almost see her eyebrow quirking up. 

You look down at the frying pan where you were about to pour your egg-cheese scramble. “No. But still.”

“Don’t worry, I appreciate the irony of the situation,” she says, with an attempt at humor. “can I come over?”

“Sure. You can split my omelet.” You hum, your tongue poking out as you make sure the entire omelet landed on the plate instead of the floor. 

“Omelette?” Sam asked, sounding amused. “I thought you weren’t supposed to --” 

“Eat anything after 9 pm I know, I know. But I woke up and was hungry, and couldn’t just ignore it to fall back asleep for two hours. I had to eat something or I was going to get nauseous.” You interrupted her, waving your hand dismissively. 

“What?” Sam asked entirely confused. 

“You know that feeling, where you’re like, so hungry that you get kind of nauseous?” You tried to explain again. 

“No…” She trailed off. 

“Oh, well it’s the worst. I like to try to eat something before it gets too bad because otherwise, the food won’t do anything. Anyway, I made enough you can have half of it, just let me know when you get here so I can send down the elevator for you.” You said, whipping your hands off and walking towards the door. 

“I’m actually just parking,” Sam’s voice came sheepishly over the phone. In the background, you heard the unmistakable sound of her car being locked. She always insisted on clicking the lock button twice so it would beep, like she didn’t trust it to lock the first time. 

You shook your head and left your apartment to buzz her into the building. “You’re telling me that at 3 am, before even checking to see if I was awake, you just decided to come to my apartment because you couldn’t sleep?”

“Yes?” 

“You’re insane,” you said, hanging up the phone as the elevator door opened to reveal her tall frame. 

She ruffled the hair at the back of her neck, grinning. “I knew you would be awake?”

“Bullshit.” You led the way back to your apartment and grabbed two plates from the cabinet. “You want soy milk?”

“What?” 

“Soy milk. I’ve got vanilla or dark chocolate.” For some reason, soy milk helped reduce the insomnia nausea more than anything else most days. Still, the omelet smelled amazing. 

“Um sure, vanilla please.” She shrugged, and you rolled your eyes. Vanilla was for the weak. 

You pulled out both cartons and two glasses, before cutting the omelet in half and handing her a fork. 

“Don’t I get my own plate?” Sam whined, cutting off a piece of the Omelet and popping it into her mouth. 

“People who come barging into my apartment at 3 AM have to share with the host. Unless you wanna do dishes?” You raised your eyebrow at her, pointing your fork in her direction, smirking when she emphatically shook her head no. 

She quickly changed the subject, avoiding your eyes as she ate. “So how are you liking your apartment, it’s new right?”

“Yeah, I moved in four months ago, you know when I suddenly got traded to North Carolina,” you said, a very bitter edge in your voice. How Mark could let you leave the thorns you would never know, but at least Hinkle was retiring. 

You took another bite “So why couldn’t you sleep? At camp, you’re usually snoring like a freight train by now.” 

Sam paused mid-bite, fork in the air. She looked like she was debating how to answer then, stuffed her last piece of omelet in her mouth. “I donb snowe.”

“You totally do. Rose even sent me the video evidence if you wanna see it,” you smirked, standing to go get your phone. 

“No!” Sam jumped up and you sprinted across the kitchen to get out of her reach, grinning. “You really don’t have to do that, it’s not a big deal.”

“Oh, but I really don’t mind,” you taunted, starting for your phone before Sam tackled you. Well, it wasn’t a tackle so much as a grab, but she had a good foot and a half on you, so same difference really. 

“Put me down. This is highly unnecessary,” you sputtered, laughing from Sam’s shoulder. “I’m not supposed to exercise within an hour of bed. My therapist would be unhappy with so much activity.”

“Yeah cause eating an Omelette at 3 am is totally something she would approve,” Sam rolled her eyes, as she tossed you onto your couch.

“Lies and slander. I won’t get the alleged snoring video, but seriously. Why are you here?”

Sam sighs, and slouches onto the couch next to you, dropping her head into your lap. You smile down at her, liking this new angle. While you certainly didn’t mind being the baby of the team, it was kind of nice to do the petting for once.

“I don’t know,” Sam said, furrowing her eyebrows.

“You were never a good liar. It’s why everyone catches you when you try to pull pranks. I hear it helps if you talk about it,” You murmured, using your thumb to smooth out the crease that formed between her eyes. 

“Fine, I couldn’t sleep because I kept having nightmares. It felt like, I was tossing and turning for hours, and then every time I dozed off, my brain came up with these fucked up images. Like, silence of the lambs shit. I could sell some horror film director the plotlines and make bank, I’m telling you. And since Rose and Wilma moved out, my place has felt so empty. It felt like, the panic attacks I used to have before games. When I had to always bring a bag with me to hyperventilate into before I could get my mind on the game.”

You frowned. “I don’t remember that.”

“Once you became my bus buddy I didn’t have that problem. You got me out of my own head with fun word games and stupid jokes. Remember that time you gave me the sentence ‘The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog?’ You kept grinning telling me to stop stressing out, it would be alright, to just guess a letter.” 

“Because whatever you guessed would be right.” You hum smiling down at her. 

 “You couldn’t take that shit-eating grin off your face, you jerk, but like, it helped me stop second-guessing myself. Sitting on the bus with you, I’ve never felt more calm going into a season. And so I just thought. It’s dumb but I hoped coming here would help.” She shrugged. 

“It’s not dumb Sammy. You help me sleep too. Why do you think all the vets insist I sit with you?” You said softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. 

“Because you used to fall asleep literally everywhere and they hoped I could get across the aisle and catch you before you hit your head?” She giggled and you snapped her shoulder lightly. 

“Wow. Thanks.” You said in a monotone, “Or maybe it’s ‘cause you’re my favorite teddy bear.”

“If anyone is the teddy it’s you. You’re like half my size,” She giggled. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you muttered, playfully pushing her head off your lap. “Come on you giant.”

“Where are you going?” She asked, allowing you to pull her to her feet. 

“To go grab you a toothbrush and a fresh pillowcase for the bed.” You said, your tugging getting a little more insistent. You really wanted to get to sleep tonight. You had been so good lately (ignoring the random omelet you cooked tonight).

“Oh, um. I was hoping we could just watch television on your couch and I would fall asleep,” Sam rambled, eyes wide. “I mean, not that I mind, but I didn’t want to like, invade on your--”

“Just come up to my room. It’s no big deal, it’s large enough for both of us, and I honestly don’t think that couch is even big enough to fit you. Besides, maybe it will help you sleep to be on a mattress actually purchased in this century.”

“Hey, I like my mattress!” She grumbled indignantly, crossing her arms. 

“You flip it twice a month because it keeps forming an indention where you’ve slept!” You said exasperated. That sleepover had been a terrible idea and you stood by that. At least your bed didn’t spit out feathers when you turned over too fast. 

“Well, I. um. No comment.” you hear her say as you go to take your turn in the bathroom. 

When Sam gets back from brushing her teeth you’ve done everything except turn out the lights. You look up from your side of the bed as she pauses in the doorway. 

“Is this… Welcome to Night Vale?”

“It helps me ignore my thoughts. Can you get the lights please?” 

You had to replay the podcast the next day after Sam left. You couldn’t remember anything after “Wednesday has been canceled due to a scheduling error” because within moments you were asleep.

*****

You thought that sleeping with Sam was only supposed to be a one-night thing, but it wasn’t. One night turned into two, which turned into the two of you usually crashing at each other's places. 

If you were being honest, it was the best sleep you had ever gotten. It was nice to have someone there to hold onto, to protect you from the bad dreams. The problem was that your feelings were edging past the line of friendship, and you had no idea what to do about it. 

It started with a team party you both went to, where Sam offered to be the designated driver. After she dropped everyone else off, you told her she might as well stay the night at your place since it was already so late and she did. And you both slept great. And then you had your usual Saturday spa night the next night, and you were several shots in and it wouldn’t have been responsible to drive home. And you both slept a solid seven hours. 

Not that Sam was a magical cure to your insomnia. You still had nights where your brain was like a train running off the rails, unstoppable no matter how hard you tried. Yet, having her there helped. She made sure blue lights went off when they were supposed to, and your late-night breakfast-making was kept to a minimum. AND after the first few nights, you realized that she was amusingly clingy in her sleep. Which meant that occasionally if you woke up and tried to get out of bed, she would sleepily grab you and hold you in place murmuring about whatever was happening in her dream. Since you couldn’t get up you had to just lay there, which normally might have been boring, but with her was amusing as you listened to her rambling state of consciousness. 

You sighed, staring up at the ceiling. You really needed to get your shit together and just ask her out. But what if she said no, and you lost your cuddle buddy? That would suck royally, and if you lost your bus seat it might completely curse the USWNT. 

“Alright, I can practically feel the steam coming out of your ears, spill,” Sam groaned, rolling over and throwing an arm around your waist. 

“Isn’t it weird?”

“What?”

“Time. Like someone decided that seconds were a thing and a certain number of seconds equaled a minute and there were a certain number of minutes in a day. Like someone just decided it was a thing, and everyone went along with it and now we all have to plan our lives around this arbitrary system. I wonder if that asshole realized that people would use it to put kids in detention and force them to cram so they could regurgitate facts in a specified amount of his made-up system. And like the Romans made a Calendar and the Mayans did one too…” Your rambling was cut off by Sams’s soft lips touching your own in a quick peck before she collapsed back into the pillow. “Just blame capitalism babe.”

You stared at her for a minute, shocked, before she bolted upright. “SHIT. Sorry, I just. I forgot to ask for consent. I just forgot--”

“I consent, yes, more of this please,” you said, leaning over to kiss her again. Your hands cupped her cheeks and her fingers tangled into the baby hairs at the back of your neck. 

After a few minutes, Sam broke off the kiss, both of you breathing heavily. “Um, wow. You know, I’m not sure this is helping you get to sleep, love.”

You smirk, biting your lip and straddling her hips before you lean in to kiss her again, slowly. “You’re the one who said you needed to sleep with me more often.”

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Hey! Ive been feeling a bit in the muds so could you do like and old type of fanfic...like a mob!tom on a retro phone just sweet talking the reader?

Only if your requests are open tho. I dont wanna be a burden

Aw baby you could never EVER be a burdon. Dont ever be shy to talk to me because im always here babe.

T.H| What a Sweetheart

Summary: 👺👺👺

Warnings: ah just some fluff- i went overboard i hope your okay with that-

A/n: I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER- HERE ILL POST A WEIRD VIDEO FOR YOU

There you sat. The baby pink everywhere as you laid on your stomach rocking your feet and reading a book, sucking on your lolipop

Ring Ring, Ring Ring

A smile and a giggle brought to your lips, sitting up and crawling to the old pink retro phone you answered, curling the wire around your fingers with the other hand holding the pop.

“Hey babyface” “hi tommy” he also laid there, in the darkness as he starred at the empty wall, shirtless and pantless, just in his boxers and in his socks rubbing his stomach and wanting to listen to your voice.

“I missed you” you laughed at his words “i missed ya to tommy” “i miss your voice...that pretty face of yours” “well i cant come see you, daddy stays at home now and he needs my help” “i dont need your help princess” you giggled at his joke “not youuuu, my real daddy”

“Mhmm princess, well what are you wearing?” You looked down at yourself then squealed “well i just got this fuzzy pink robe! Its so cute!” He chuckles and shifted in his spot. “Are you tired dollface?” Your lips go to the side for a moment, thinking before speaking.

“Kind of” “well, can i talk you to sleep” he desperately asked, biting his lip waiting for an answer. “Yeah let me go turn off the lights” you muttered, putting the phone down before getting up and walking to your door to switch the light off.

When you came back to your large bed you cleaned everything up and tom waited patiently, humming some songs to himself before you came back.

“Alright, what dya’ got for me” you asked, laying down on your side and holding onto the phone. “I just wanted to praise you bunny. Tell you how beautiful you are and how much i love you. How you speak and walk....your just everything for me ya know?”

“Really?” You said, your voice shrinking. “Of course baby, you deserve the whole wide world, do you know that? I feel like you should just sit on a cloud because your too good for this earth”

You sighed “thank you, but whats going on with you?” He bit his lip before answering, sitting up against the headboard “uhm, this job has been so stressful lately, i havent seen my family at all. I havent seen you- i just feel alone...”

“Oh...well i can ask my daddy to drop me off” you suggested. “No you dont have to, i only wanted to hear that sweet sweet voice” he chuckled, his head hanging low as he thought about what to buy you next.

“Im still listening!” You perked up making him laugh “i know you are princess, just lay down yeah? All ears for me?” “Got it tommy” “you ready?” “Mhm”

“I wanna buy you everything and more because your such a good girl for me, i wanna pleasure you in any and every way possible because you deserve it” “really? Give me some examples” “i dont know....rub your feet?” You both shared a small laugh “i know youve been wanting that fox fur coat..”

“I would fucking kill for that coat” “your daddy hasnt bought it for you yet?” He asked, a smirk on his face. “No, i havent asked at all” “whys that baby girl?”

You sighed before answering “because hes been so hard on me...hes getting old and-“ “you dont have to finish baby i know, i just wish we could all get together and be happy” “why cant we?” You asked rather innocently.

“Well...your daddy doesnt like my dad, and my dad doesnt like yours so we just continue to clash and fued” he wiped his eye. “Thats no fun, maybe i can talk to him” “what are you gonna say? That we are in love together and we wanna get married?” He sarcastically chuckled and your eyebrows furrowed.

“Well do you?” You asked. “Yeah doll...i do. Why dont we just run away and kill everyone in our path”

He didnt know why he was suggesting it. He in one of the biggest mobs and hes held responsible as one of the main people in the family, aside from you and yours. He really isnt the one for violence but he just wants at least a break of peace.

“Daddy wouldn’t like that” you shook your head. “I know, i just really miss you pretty girl” “i miss you to tom- thats why i wanna see you-“ “no itll just put you in danger! Stay home y/n” “what if i dont want to!”

“Then you cant come here. Im sorry!” “I dont care, bye-“ “wait-“ before he could finish you hung up the phone, dropping it back on its place before getting up and putting on your slippers and walking to the kitchen, finding your father eating.

“Daddy no carbs!” “Honey its 9 o’clock, give me a break” he glared at you, eating the piece of buttered bread. “Well i have a questionnnn” you distanced off, the slippers making a noise while you walked to the counter where your father was at. “Hm?” He groaned looking at you. “Dont get mad at me! Promise!” You said, holding up your hand and tilting your head at him.

“Spit it out y/n” “okay okay- can you pretty please talk to the hollands-“ he choked on the piece of bread “daddy!” You run up to him, aggressively patting his back. “Okay okay- im done! But you said what?” He looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

“The....hollands” you muttered looking away from him. “We have been against each othet for generations! And what makes you want to speak and collaborate with them” “daddy...theres this-“ “oh fuck off! Please dont tell me-“ you only nodded. “A white man?” “Daddy!” “What? Im being honest!”

“Whens the next meeting!” You asked. “In a week”

This is your first time ever coming to one of the meetings, and you were afraid. Your mob color is a dark brown so you wore it...daddy refused to let you wear anything too revealing because these men are dirty.

“Cover yourself!” “What are you talking about!” “Y/n.” “Finnneeee!” You stomped back to your room and your dad gifted you a tuxedo, so you wore it...

“Seeeeee you look great! Your grandfather would be so proud of you” news flash. All the women in the family ran away or whatever, they didnt know what they were getting their sleves into.

“Can we just leave”

Clank clank clank clank

You walked behind your dad and his close partners followed behind you, protecting you from toms family.

“You do not speak. You hear me y/n. Just sit down and listen” “yeah” you were nervous, ver nervous. So when you stepped in and seen absolutely no women at the tables you panicked. But when you made eye contact with tom you almost shit yourself.

He eyed you from afar, wondering why you were here. Why are you putting yourself in danger.

As everyone talked you sat there bored until someone made a comment about you. “Why is she here? Shes a beaut” he snickers, others laughing to.

Your dad stood “talk about my daughter again and i will kill you, understood?” He snapped, shrinking the man down to size. “Honey get out of here” he smiled at you and you stood, one of his friends pat coming with you outside.

“Why did you come here?” He asked, offering a cigarette but you declined. “I just wanted to see what its like” “no dont lie to me dollface, i know you were eyeing that boy” you side eyed him before groaning “is it obvious!” He laughed and took out his lighter.

“Very” “i dont like him” “well he likes you” he took a puff and put the lighter back in his front pocket. “How can you tell” you leaned up against the wall and crossed your arms. “He was only looking at you” he smiled, you smacked your lips. “You have em wrapped on your finger, you should take advantage of that”

“Well i dont wanna hurt people like you!” You whisper yelled. “Its business baby, has been for years” he shrugged. “Well maybe i can change it” “eh, it’s possible” he shrugged “but it aint easy”

You both heard the door get pushed open aggressively and turned around, seeing tom walking up to you. “Woah woah woah, slow your roll” pat said, stepping infront of you. “Can i just talk to her- give me like 20 minutes” “why should i do that” pat dropped the cigarette and stepped on it.

“Because i want to talk to her- if i dont make it back it twenty minutes i swear ill give you everything i have” “i dont want anything, y/n do you wanna go” pat looked back at you. You harshly swallowed before nodding your head, pat stepped aside and tom smiled, pulling your hand and tugging you to run with him.

“Baby” he said out of breath, both of you ran to the trunk of his car. “Y-yes tommy?” “I got you a gift” “what is it!” You perked up and he giggled “something youll never forget” he pulled out his key and opened the trunk, a large gift box with a pink bow on it. “Do you love me y/n?” He asked, looking at you.

“Yeah...i really do” you smiled and bit your lip nodding. “Open it” he muttered, you nervously took the bow out, slowly opening the top of the box “tommy i dont know...” “dont be scared! Open it!!” He edged you on.

Suddenly it started to sprinkle, soon turning into some heavy rain. “Y/n hurry up before you get a cold!” He said sternly and you did, a gasp left your lips as you raised the coat. “You bought it for me” you whispered and he nodded, he took the coat to put it on you, when you were finished your pressed your lips on his roughly, his hands hooking behind your knees to lift you up and put yout legs around his hips.

“I. Love. You. So. Much” you said between kisses. “I know princess, just know id kill for you if i had to” “i would too tommy, i would too” he smiled and pressed his forehead against yours, the rain coming down making your hair frizzy but he could care less, he loved you. “I wish we could be like this forever” you whispered against his lips before kissing him again. “We can baby, I promise” “how tommy?” You rubbed your nose against his “running away” “tommy i cant, you know this-“ “but arent you tired doll, it would just be me and you” he muttered, pinching your legs some.

You bit your lip before pressing a kiss on his lips. “Okay” “really?!” He smiled “yeah yeah lets go!” He carefully dropped you and slammed the trunk closed, he unlocked the car and you both hopped in, on the road you both go.

“I dont have any clothes!” “I can buy you everything you want and more princess, dont worry. Andddd letters. You always write your father some letters pretty girl” he smiled at you.

“Love you” “love you too”

[ninliane]

Can I ask for Kuroo and Osamu headcanons with an artist!s/o. A digital artist and designer please! Thank you! Loving your blog!

my hiatus is over and i am back!! thank you kindly anon! as someone who just became a digital artist and that a black cat and grey fox are my top 5 favorite character, this was fun to do! this is their post time skip ver!

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osamu and kuroo with s/o with a fashion designer and digital artist!

Osamu Miya

while he is busy running the shop, you are busy at your desk as the digital artist for a prestigious company, specifically the Bouncing Ball Corp. 

Believe it or not, you were the one who came with Onigiri Miya’s logo and shop sign! Osamu had asked you to come up with something traditional that will bring customers in. So you simply took a brush and wrote his last name digitally. (Kita was impressed!)

Granted your job only got busier once you started working for one named Kozume Kenma and his company. It was a very demanding job but you took comfort in the millionaire's money. But money can only get you so far in life, kids^^

You were tired and exhausted without a doubt. Your table was filled junk such as snacks, tissues, and a stuffed toy Osamu got for you to make you feel less lonely when you worked from home

See this time you were sick and were ordered not to come to the office. 

It was at eleven pm when Osamu came home from the restaurant and saw you alone on your desk, lights all off as your tablet was the only emitter of light, revealing your pale worn-out face

Osamu frowned at the sight and quite literally had to claw you out of your tablet for you to rest. He pulled you in a hug

“C’mon (y/n) I’ll make your favorite Onigiri, we can go watch a movie and- when was the last time you showered?” He immediately stepped away from you, but his hands didn’t leave your arms. You look sideways as if in thought,

“What day is it?”

“We will watch after you take a nice bath.” he said frowning, “I’ll get some salts, even throw in a bath bomb, get those nice bubbles you like. Just please refresh yourself, you look like death.” 

“Wow, I love you too boyfriend.” you playfully rolled your eyes but did as he said.

Sure enough by the time you had gotten your clothes, there he was sitting on the edge of the tub, his fingers on the surface of the water as he threw in the salts. You noted that he was still in his black Onigiri Miya shirt, and it had gotten wet as he prepared the bath

You raised your eyebrows suggestively, “So wanna join me? Start undressing me and we can- OW!”

Your basic seduction was interrupted by a towel being shoved in your face and a kiss on your forehead, “I’d usually say yes to that but today? Not a chance (y/n). Try tomorrow, babe.” 

Kuroo Tetsurou

a con man and a fashion designer? power couple^^

Kuroo is busy with his job and so are you, but you made a kick-ass couple either way

You guys always make sure you have time for each other outside of work, and somehow both of you always run late to dates but arrive at the same time. just two hours after the agreed time

you two are so clumsy that one time while the above^^ happened, you and Kuroo wanted to give apology flowers to each other and you both ran into each other at the same flower shop

both of you had a good laugh!

 But going back to being a fashion designer, you always have these meetings in these fancy glass buildings with high ceilings, clotheslines everywhere, and work with several models. you also wore pretty modern business attire and you rocked it. you were very generous with your employees as well.

Needless to say, your co-workers and assistants adored you. you were the big boss in your company.

But being the big powerful woman at the head of the table also meant you had a lot of fans. And un/fortunately (you pick) you had one rooster haired one that would interrupt your meetings without warning. 

“So for our summer collection, the designs by Maria should be worn by Alisa-”

“Um, miss?” Lev, one of your best models, raised his hand, “One sec, Lev. Can you just give these to your sister when you get hom-”

You were interrupted by rapid tapping on the glass walls. Kuroo was there grinning and once he saw he had gotten your attention, he held up take out.

‘Let’s eat lunch together!’ he mouthed out.

Some of your co-workers laughed and cooed at their bosses' boyfriend’s affections. But you only sighed and shook your head. 

Once you had concluded the meeting you walked out of the room with your arms crossed to a still grinning Kuroo.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Mind if I take the boss on a romantic lunch?” he wiggled his eyebrows 

You looked at him judgingly as you peered in the plastic bag, “Family Mart take-out?”

“I had ten minutes and no budget cause-”

“You spent your salary to see a Beyonce concert.”

He snapped his fingers and winked, “You know me so well, kitten.” 

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masterlist

[laurore-stormwitch]

we will fight for you -  part one

Post KoS: a fight ensues between Nikolai and Zoya after weeks of tension. The one person I could see helping in this is of course our beloved Genya. Second part is how I imagine the interaction between Nikolai and Genya going down. Thinkin of adding a third part displaying Zoya and Nikolai confrontation. Please note this is my first fan-fiction ever (so yeah slightly terrified about this). And also English is not my first language, so every advice counts!! I'd really appreaciate every feedback you'd wanna give. KoS has a special place in my heart. I'm just hoping to ease the anxiety until RoW comes out!

It’s also posted in full in AO3: we will fight for you

 “Your Highness”

He was absentmindedly tapping his fingers on the table. The voice came from far away, meddling in the storm of thoughts that was plaguing his mind.

“Nikolai, is everything okay?”

The voice was sharper now, more urgent and the tone slightly higher. He blinked twice, realizing he was looking at Zoya, her eyes trained on the maps scattered on the table, her hands scribbling something on a piece of paper. Someone cleared their throat from his right. He shook his head and turned to the sound, finding Genya staring at him with a severe expression. She was the one who was trying to catch his attention.

“Yes Genya, I’m sorry. I guess these war meetings are getting to me. What were you saying?” He pinched his nose with two fingers, catching back his confident attire. He hoped the others would just believe he was exhausted. Which, to be fair, he was. But there was something else rendering his nights sleepless.  

“What are we going do with the Inferni stationed at the Fjerdan border?”

Genya asked, sorting through the coded letters they got from Ravkan spies. Nikolai’s eyes turned traitor again, slipping toward his general. She was standing straight at the other side of the room, her spine like steel, as silent as she had been for the past weeks since the Fold. Her look was focused, directed everywhere and to everyone but him.

It was driving him crazy.

They’ve been going on like this for weeks: the brilliant, smart, too-clever fox Nikolai Lantsov was clueless as to why she was acting in such an irritating way around him. Or what to do about this. It hadn’t been clear, at first, or maybe he was just too distracted to grasp the severity of the situation. Since they’ve been back from the Fold, she had been unusually nervous around him, snapping at every remark, staying away from him as if his touch was electrifying, avoiding the moments of peace they were used to sharing. Then she had begun to slowly put some distance between them: she had started finding excuses not to be alone with him too long; whenever he searched her out to have her opinion on something, she somehow slipped away. Or she would give him her thoughts, politely, without their usual banter or inside jokes, and then close him off. She wasn’t exactly ignoring him: it was as if they were just a King and his General, keeping their relationship affection-less and professional.  

He had the distinct sensation she was trying to sever the bond they shared, forget the intimacy they had. After a while he had started to feel her drifting away from him, growing more distant by the day, putting up the same walls she had before the Fold.

And she wasn’t looking at him. Not really looking at him.  Not once in the past two weeks.

He had tried everything. To provoke her, to catch her off guard, to get her stuck in meetings with him. Well, to be honest he had tried everything except talking to her. He had been steering away from a direct confrontation too. Was he afraid of what she might say? Of losing for good whatever they had found in the Fold, whatever spark of something he felt flickering between them? Or maybe finding out that the spark was all his doing? Her feelings were carefully hidden behind her armour, as usual. Was she running from them, distancing herself from him, or did they never exist in the first place? Maybe he was alone in this. The shadow of those feelings tormented his nights: loneliness, longing, despair at what he was losing. At the fact that he didn’t know how to stop this loss from happening. Realizing that maybe he wanted her, and maybe she didn’t, not in the same way. And that even if she did, there was a whole country standing in the way. Was the great Son of Ravka a coward? Too much was happening. He felt like he was losing his mind, his feelings screaming at him, tearing him up from the inside. The war, Ravka, the marriage, his duty, his wretched heart. He didn’t have a clue on how to face this. On how to face her.

And he missed her terribly. He was aching at not having her near on those long nights by the fire. He searched for her look, for a nod of her head, for the touch of her hand. He missed his general, the one who kept him marching, who steadied him, his strength and his friend. He also knew that those weren’t the only things he was missing: that the warmth in his heart and the crushing pain he felt whenever she was near was not at all the longing you felt for a friend.

He was angry. At himself, for what he was being forced to do, for running away from this. At her, for not giving him the chance to explain, for being so stubborn and ruthless in her behaviour.

“That’s a question for General Nazyalensky, if she’d be so nice to answer.”

His tone was sharper than he intended. His expression remained calm, unreadable, but the frustration in his voice was clear enough. He looked at her. She sat back on her chair, waving a hand lazily through her hair, taking her time. This was bound to kill him. How could she be so arrogant? She held her chin high, moving her eyes for a split second to him, and then to the windows and the sky beyond.

“You didn’t seem to agree with the course I suggested. So, I guess we’re stuck with your decision after all, Your Highness.”

She indulged while using his title, in a mocking tone. He knew they didn’t agree much on using so many Grisha spies on the border, and he knew she was frustrated too from being held behind the palace doors and not on the field with her soldiers. But they still needed to choose a course of action. He tried to maintain the grip on his emotions.

“You’re in charge of the Second Army soldiers. We need your opinion on this.”

“I gave you my opinion on this on the last meeting. I was under the impression you ignored it. Too busy trying to charm the princess into submission to actually discuss war’s strategies with you generals?”

That was a low blow. Especially considered the ruthlessness of her tone, sarcastic and gutting as a blade, and her eyes still refusing to meet his gaze. He knew she was just trying to test his patience: she had no problem holding a look while tearing someone down with her words, she never had a problem holding his look. She was purposely ignoring him, as if he was a commoner disturbing her quiet. Nikolai’s patience had been too strained, and the reference to Ehri was too much to take: it was not like he was too caught up on having fun to take care of his army. And it was not like charming Ehri was a task he took happily.  He coud’ve ignored her snarky remark. He would have done it, if the situation was different. But all the anger built up in the last weeks, all the pain and confusion slipped its leash and his temper was lost before he could assess how to properly react. He slammed his hands on the table, standing up straight, his hazel eyes darkening, lit up by fire.

“For Saints sake Zoya, look at me!”

There was a slight tremble in his voice, but he managed to keep it low, which was even more dangerous. The air in the room froze instantly. The fact that he also used her first name didn’t go unnoticed. Genya looked worried, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. Tamar and Tolya were avoiding his eyes, their heads awkwardly trained on the floor. David cleared his throat a little. Everyone seemed to sit back and drew away from the table, leaving a clear path from Zoya to Nikolai.

She took a deep breath in, getting up and turning to face him at last. She had the decency to appear startled for a couple of seconds, at least. It wasn’t common to see Nikolai lose his composure like this.

But of course, Zoya was Zoya after all: she kept a fiery look, not willing to give up her icy demeanour or to let any emotion through. Her eyes slitted silver for a moment, then they turned deep blue again, shining with rage at her prickled pride. A cold breeze made the table tremble. The room was crackling with electricity. Time seemed to slow down, everyone waiting for something to happen. Possibly for Zoya to strangle her King.

At least if she kills me, I’ll get a reaction from her, thought sourly Nikolai.

“What is it? You can’t decide on your own? Do you need me to coddle you?” Her words were meant to hurt him, and they found their mark. Nikolai felt his throat burning. He might have been already regretting his reaction, but he was not going to back up now. If this is the game she wanted to play, she surely had found a worthy contestant.

“Maybe I need a General who will listen and aide his King instead of disrespecting him. And who’s able to go through a war without her pride clouding her judgment.”

She lost her balance a little, struck at the words, taking a step back. Her voice when she spoke was slightly trembling too, now.

“I’ve done nothing but listen and aide my King. Nothing but be at your service. Maybe that’s where I was wrong.” He felt a wave of remorse and renewed anger. He wanted to hold her close to his heart and tell her everything was going to be okay. He wanted to hurt her like she hurt him. A new mask slipped on him.

“Do not make the mistake to think you can act like this and still be irreplaceable. I need soldiers, and if you’re not able to be one, you can walk through that door.”

He squared his shoulders, holding her gaze. His tone was cold, every word calculated and spoken like a ruler. That was Nikolai The King. That was someone he usually wasn’t around her, a persona he didn’t care to use with his friends. He heard the air crackle again around them, felt a freezing unforgiving wind rise against him. She had her fists clenched at her sides; utter shock written on her face. The dragon was clearly rumbling inside her, and for a second it looked like she was considering burning Nikolai alive. Even now, her deep blue gaze filled with rage, her silk black hair hovering around her, he managed to think of how insanely beautiful she was, and that he would have probably marched happily to his execution. The others had fallen silent, perfectly still, not knowing how to interfere with this. Genya leaned forward in a hesitant way, seemingly wanting to do or say something to release the tension. But she didn’t have the time to follow through: Zoya eventually hissed another breath in, unclenching her fists. The wind ceased to flow; she regained her posture, ruthless as ever. He didn’t really know what to expect: maybe her screaming at him, maybe being hit with a lightning. He didn’t expect the storm to stop; she cast him a pained look that tore his heart in two. Without saying so much as a word, she turned her back on him, leaving the room and slamming the door shut. He ran a hand through his hair, breathing deeply.

“The meeting is dismissed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He didn’t know how he managed to keep a steady voice. The anger was all gone, replaced by a searing pain in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. He remembered Zoya stealing the air from her opponents’ lungs; maybe that’s how they felt. He watched as the others all silently got out, without daring to say anything. Genya turned to him with a weary expression, but eventually slipped away without speaking. He watched the door close behind them, with the heavy feeling that all the light in the world had been sucked out and he was left alone, in darkness.

[elvencantation]

yin yang master liveblog

feat. @thursdayplaid​

what

blue

omg the magic is so pretty

also why is it always Chinese dramas will have someone, if they need blood, bite their finger?

also the gold spirit is very cute i like

i love a young countenance but an older soul

i also want them to take off their hats 😂

wait he ain’t dead he’s just sitting there?

or he’s dying i guess

Thursday

This movie is pretty throughout, aesthetic on point 

Sharp teeth?

We simp gold spirit

Too true, amazing combo XD 

He's dying

Please don't let me disturb your liveblogging. It brings be much joy

blue

oh hot demon boy!

love that he’s fighting with a fan

Thursday

Who will win? Uptight fighting bro vs gentle fan uncle

blue

gentle fan uncle is an amazing title

Thursday

@^_^@

blue

i love how he’s just like ‘bet u wouldnt stab a precious instrument’

Thursday

XD I love how playful he is during the whole fight too

blue

it’s adorable

dude rly loves his transportation talismans

WAIT I THOUGHT DEMON BOY HAD TATTOOS NOT CUTS

Thursday

He does. If it ain't broke, don't fix it I guess. And it's a good way to redirect violence without doing harm

Demon boy has had a Rough Time

blue

i wanna give him a hug

i don’t think he’d appreciate that but still 😂

Thursday

He's just sad and misses his girl friend

blue

why his reincarnated shufu look evil tho

Thursday

Who can say~~~

I love how Boya was just repeatedly defeated by Qingming and is like: you won't fight me because you're scared.

blue

what’s a himbo but not nice 😂

hey! they put my boys hat on crooked. rude.

Thursday

Give that boy a straight hat.

He's just such an Angy Boy

blue

he rly is 😂

ah i love the lady master she’s so pretty

Thursday

She's amazing and I love her.

blue

awww boya defended him

Thursday

He's so angry, but this fan man flirts with him

blue

ofc they all spying on each other 😂

Thursday

Saved by your opponent's gay discovery

blue

omg yes

Thursday

Spying required

blue

aw he looks nice with his hair down!

drink tea with him angy boy!

Thursday

He just wants you to chill out before you deviate. Sit and look at his amazing long hair. It'll be good for you

blue

HAHAHA

honey bug!!!! i love her!!!!!!!

Thursday

Also the ability for the fan man's actor to go from calm to worried to angry to calm again

Honey bug is good and important and I love her

blue

thank u for the recommendation yes

i love them

Thursday

The intrinsic eroticism of a man who's having his racist beliefs totally shaken by a hot guy who's hotter and smarter than him while holding a sword to his throat and looking like he wants to cry while saying cool lines.

They are such a great pair

blue

angy boy is angy like how dare fan man make him have feelings

Thursday

How very dare he make a good point about morals and ethics!

Also with that hair drinking tea in the morning

Angy boy with clenched teeth: I'm Not Yearning. I'm Just Like This When I See A Fan.

Angy boy with clenched fists: Complex Feelings? Disgusting.

blue

HAHAH OMG HES JUST HANGING OUT WITH A BUNCH OF LADIES LIKE HELLO YES ANGY BOY COME HAVE TEA WITH US ITS NOT WHAT U THINK

OMG THIS TIME ITS BOYS

ITS LIKE UR TRYING TO GIVE ANGY BOY AN ANEURISM

Thursday

Clenched fist intensifies

blue

I CANNOT

maybe he just wants to hang out with cute people

i get that

Thursday

He's just a friendly guy

blue

if i could summon pretty spirit friends to hang with me i so would

ok so maybe he’s not evil. but i’m still suspicious

NOW ANGY BOY IS HAIR DOWN WITHOUT HAT OMG YES

Thursday

I do get the vibe off him he's not the sort of guy who would put his spirit friends in sexual situations. But also I get the vibe he's a very lonely guy at his core and he enjoys the feeling of physical and emotional closeness.

blue

mood ™

Thursday

Let's be honest, the hat is a bit cute, but that hair though. Respect for the makeup department

blue

HAHAHAH

Thursday

Angy boy, you're just walking to being teased now. At this point its a hand written invitation with gold leaf.

blue

oh i love this moment with the water

it’s so intense

JUST DO IT ANGY BOY

U KNOW U CARE ABOUT HIM

“you’re too obedient” 😂

Thursday

The priest is in the range of gentle or teasing and hovers there. Seeing an actual intense situation is great

blue

ikr????

ah that is exactly what i love

that situation

Thursday

Me too! It's great when characters hover in a range and then swing over sharply

I really makes both extremes more dynamic

blue

HAVE SOME WINE WITH HIM DO IT

U KNOW U WANNA

Thursday

Go For It Angy Boy! He'll be gentle!

blue

😏

Thursday

XD I mean he will continue to ruffle his feathers, but for fun, not for mean

Also, I really love the depiction of a fox demon that isn't sexed up.

Qingming is a trickster, a tease, a bit of a flirt, and enjoys the pleasures of life, but he isn't the stereotypical half naked sexpot fox demon that seem to pop up everywhere

blue

OH NO HE HAD TO KILL HIS SHUFU???

Thursday

The only person he had in the world but he didn't want him to suffer and be corrupted

blue

also I hate that my two associations with someone being turned into ash is firstly the avengers and secondly that stupid fucking scene in the last harry potter movie

god this movie is so beautiful and lovely

Thursday

That set is outstandingly gorgeous

Everything is so beautiful. I want to live in this world!

Sometimes I just see a kind and lonely character trying to live their best life and just vibe with them. Also the wigs on this movie 😭 So beautiful!

blue

DONT HURT MY GIRL

Thursday

Run girl! Move!

She's so smart and brave!

blue

oh the DRAMA

Thursday

The Drama is right, I love this movie!

blue

HE WILL SAVE U BOYA

Thursday

HE'S COMING FOR YOU FRIEND

blue

omg the drama of his hand slackening

Thursday

That slackening hand though...

blue

why it didn’t work until then tho???

Thursday

For the drama mostly XD

blue

HUGGGG

is she giving birth to the serpent? 🤢

Thursday

She is giving birth to the serpent

blue

hey it’s better to be possessed by the literal incarnation of evil in snake form than be dead am I right?

Thursday

I mean is we're making a choice...

blue

OMG IS IT FINALLY SPIRIT TIME?

thursday

It is ~spirit time~!

blue

HOT DEMON BOY IS BACK UPGRADED

SO PROUD

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He is back and he is Fancy!

They're looking good they're doing poses

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omg the painters face painting is so pretty

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I love the painter ;-; so noble

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the music when he summons spirits just makes me think of like pro wrestling intro music for some reason 😂

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And now from the WWE, some hot chinese spirits

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oh no ice boy!

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Poor ice boy, he's just getting beat up

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don’t u dare touch my other demon boy

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He just signed up for this adventure and now a snake is beating him up

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OMG HE NOW HAS SOMEONE HE WOULD PROTECT WITH HIS LIFE DOESNT HE

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He Do!

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WAIT WHAT NO BOYA

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Boya is just having a rough time right now, he's a good good boy

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and now the painter???

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I almost cried about the painter and he was only there for like five minutes

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PLS DONT HURT MY DEMON BOY

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Demon Boy goes yeet

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oh my god the drama of the dripping blood i can’t

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This movie has so much drama It did

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not my demon boy 😭

FINALLY IT WORKED

wait shit spirit boya is super hot

THE BLACK WINGS?!????

the tattoos??? the hair?!?!!! the messy goth skirt??!

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Spirit Boya is Choice, I'm looking respectfully 👀

Goth spirit aesthetic is on point

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where the other guardians tho?

yes this is a very touching little last reunion but where my boya at

omg yes give him a glowing sword

the avenging angel look is 💯 on him

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The sword on fire look is Really Working For Him

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tell me boya’s spirit form has no influence on his actual body. no he said he trusted qingming to protect his body it’s ok

OMG YES I KNEW THE PROTECTION SPELL MOMENT WOULD BE BACK

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It's back and it's shiny!

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ok but u still have a hole in ur torso my dude

oh ok apparently that’s not a thing anymore but i can’t be mad cause boya’s outfit 😍

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I guess he used his cultivation or his demon powers or something IDK, It would have been nice to have two extra minutes of Boya being worried about him

Boya wears some excellent clothes

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love a good romantic flute moment 😭🥰

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I have to say Boya's like let me play you this song about promising to fall in love in the next life for fun and me time

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omg i thought he was gonna kiss the arrow

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I mean emotionally did he not kiss the arrow?

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omg i cant

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I know right? How many censors did they have to pay off

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WAIT IS MY GIRL OK????

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I Chose To Believe She's fine and is now living happily on a farm or something

yeah i do love being worried for each other

but i guess they didnt have enouhg time and they already had that moment at the beginning of the movie 😂

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Two people? Respecting, worrying, and caring about each other? 👍 There's never enough caring for each other!

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exactly

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Also, this is one of the best examples of be careful how you word your spells that I've ever seen.

The old master was like care and protect her forever and his spirit guardian was just like: 👍👌💯

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heheh

yeahhh

AND U MADE ME EMOTIONAL AGAIN

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Chapter 25 -- Perfect Harmony | Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Emily Fox is a talented 17-year-old with a passion for all things music. Her dream is to become a successful singer-songwriter one day. But to achieve that dream, she needs to get into one of the most prestigious music schools in her district – it’s all been part of her plan since she was six. Sadly enough, those schools cost a ton of money that her parents don’t want to invest. They don’t even want her to pursue her dream. So, now Emily’s hustling, working at the music store to save up to get into college. That’s until she meets Charlie, an annoying seventeen-year-old boy with the same dream as her. The only difference is, he’s just doing it. He doesn’t need a fancy college to pursue his dream to become famous with his band. He just writes his songs and books small gigs here, there and everywhere. Will meeting Charlie defer her from her dream college, or will he actually help her achieve the dream?

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x OC (Emily Fox)

Warnings: mentions of death, sexual assault

Important note: the characters of Charlie, Owen, Jeremy and Madison are based on the characters they play on the show and i do not own their names, only OC are mine. The songs aren’t mine either, they’re all from the show except for one.

~|Emily Fox|~

The boys and I have spent every waking hour together, working on music, working on the band. The dark void in my heart having been filled up by these three wonderful dorks and our music. While I’m building up my idea of a new future again, the boys have been building me up; giving me more confidence in my singing and my being. They supported me with every thought or idea I had about what college to go to or what idea I had for the band. Anything I said, the boys were 100% behind. It’s rewarding and refreshing to find a group of people to vibe off of so easily, especially after being a time apart and realizing how big of an impact they make on your life. It’s brought life back into a world that has crumbled apart. “That sounded tight, you guys!” I say, high-fiving Jeremy when we call in a break on rehearsals. “I can’t wait to play these songs live!” The boys chuckle while putting away their instruments or, in Owen’s case come from behind their instrument. “If we ever book a gig again,” Owen says solemnly. “Don’t give up hope, you guys. I’m sure we’ll book something soon,” I reassure them, and myself. Besides the Open Mic Night, we haven’t had the opportunity to play anywhere. Mostly because I was coped up in my room, crying all the time, and didn’t see the band for a good week. But you know… Still sucks. “Yes. You. Will!” Mitch’s voice resounds in the store. I hadn’t even heard the bell over the door ring; we were too busy chatting about gigs and rehearsals. “I think I might have a gig for you, Muffin.” He holds up a piece of paper, smiling smugly. “At the Orpheum,” he replies. I glance over at my bandmates to check if they heard it too. Judging by their bulging eyes and surprised glances, I’m sure they did. “Albeit it’s a school event, but you know… Still the Orpheum!” “What’s the gig exactly?” I ask, urging him to elaborate. “Bobby’s old school is holding a benefit. At first, they wanted to just do it in the school, but they booked a lowkey famous band and sold so many tickets, they can’t pack them all in the gym. And they’re looking for a band to open for them. You want me to make a call? I think you being Bobby’s niece will help us out a little.” I look up at the boys to see what they’re thinking. They’re eyes are sparkling like never before. The Orpheum has been a dream since they were Sunset Curve. “Please, try!” I tell Uncle Mitch. He grabs his phone and dials a number. The boys come closer to me as we watch Mitch in anticipation. We just hear a lot of ‘yes’ and hums until Mitch hangs up. “What did they say?!” I ask impatiently when he’s not telling us anything for an agonizing minute. Mitch almost looks upset, like he doesn’t want to disappoint either of us. “EMILY AND THE FOXES IS PLAYING THE ORPHEUM, BABY!!” He shouts really, really loudly. The four of us burst out into cheers and happy jumps and high fives. Without thinking twice about it, I grab Charlie’s face in my hand, staring into his eyes, and yelling, “THE ORPHEUM, CHARLIE!” When I realize how close we are, I slowly let go. For a while, we just look at each other until Jeremy and Owen make us snap out of the trance. That night, we celebrate in Jeremy’s garage with pizza, a movie and just each other’s company. My heart is full.

“Your VIPs are here,” Amanda, the showrunner, tells us as she knocks on the door of our dressing room. Today is the day; we’re playing a gig at the Orpheum. The gig we’ve been practicing all day and night for. “Come in!” I shout and get ready to greet Mitch, Madi and Charlie’s and Jeremy’s parents. Instead, I find my parents head in first, followed by two people I don’t know. They’re around my parents’ age. Neither of them seems too happy to be here either. “Mom? Dad?” I hear Owen say as he joins me at the door. “Surprise!” Madi and Mitch say at the very same time, showing off jazz hands. “Y—You… What? Huh?” Owen stutters and stumbles over his words, not sure what to say. I know they don’t have the greatest relationship either. He must be as surprised, if not more, as me. “Your Uncle Mitch called us,” mom starts with a small, careful smile on her face. “He caught us up on everything and told us about your show tonight…” dad continues. “We didn’t believe our little girl was playing the Orpheum!” I glare at my mother. “I thought you didn’t want to support my music career?” I ask, gritting my teeth. “We didn’t at first… But you have to know, Princess, we’re very proud of how far you’ve come,” says dad, placing his hands on mother’s shoulders. “Yeah, I came this far without you. Instead of you supporting me and believing in me from the start, I had to turn to my uncles. They didn’t choose to take care of me, but they did anyway. They love me and support me with everything I do.” Mitch gives me an appreciative smile. “I came this far because of Madi being by my side every single moment of every day I was angry and sad about my own parents not even loving me enough to be behind me 100%.” She grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles. “I came this far because of Charlie, Jeremy and Owen. They all became my family who supported me and cheered me up and comforted me because my own family couldn’t even do that for them.” I turn to Owen’s parents. “With all due respect, misses and mister Joyner, but your son is the most amazing and thoughtful person I have ever met. He’s been like a brother to me, and I can’t believe you as his family would ever do to him what you did to him. So, I’m sorry…” I turn back to my own parents. “But unless you’re all 100% behind us, I want you to leave.” “Emily…” Owen starts, but his father interrupts him. “No, she’s right, Owen. We should’ve been there for you and listened to you to learn about your world. We shouldn’t have reacted the way we did and we’re so sorry…” “We’re really proud of who you’ve become, Owen,” his mom chimes in, “Because you’re proud of who you are and everything you’ve achieved all by yourself. So, I hope you find it in your heart to forgive your old folks?” Owen glances at me, and after I’ve given him an encouraging smile, he launches forward and embraces his parents. My heart swells at the sight. “Emily…” my mother captures my attention. “Please, let us stay? We really are sorry for what we did to you. We should’ve never kicked you out. We should’ve never doubted you could make something of yourself. You’re part Mancini after all…” This is the first time she’s ever even slightly mentioned Uncle Robert. “I see so much of my brother in how you act and how ambitious you are… Please, let me just witness how you grow into a performer the way he did?” She sniffles, and that’s when I realize I’ve started crying too. I nod my head, granting them the permission back into my life, and the three of us hug. Mom holds me the way I wanted to be held so many times since the day she kicked me out. It’s nostalgic and rewarding. “What a sight this is,” Uncle Mitch says and when I look up, I find Charlie and Jeremy hugging their families too. For a while before the show starts, all of us hang out in the dressing room with our families. Luka, Owen’s sister has joined, as well as Jeremy’s two brothers. I’m glad I got to know all of them. Now, our Emily and The Foxes family has grown from the band-plus-Mitch-and-Madi to one big, happy family. Nothing can take this away from us now.

I take a deep breath, glancing over at our families in the front row, and after hearing Charlie’s “You got this”, I start playing the first notes on the piano to our new song. “Running from the past Tripping on the now What is lost can be found, it's obvious And like a rubber ball We come bouncing back We all got a second act, inside of us” The boys then chime in with their instruments as I grab the microphone, joining the boys to jam out with them. “I believe I believe that we're just one dream Away from who we're meant to be That we're standing on the edge of Something big, something crazy Our best days are yet unknown That this moment is ours to own” I turn from Jeremy to Owen and then to the crowd. I can’t look at Charlie yet. I know that if I do, I’ll want to kiss him, and we can’t have that. Got to stay professional. “'Cause we're standing on the edge of great” “On the edge of great” “Great” “On the edge of great” “Great” “On the edge of great” “'Cause we're standing on the edge of great” Charlie then takes the next verse whilst I walk out to the edge of the stage to interact with the crowd. “We all make mistakes But they're just steppingstones To take us where we wanna go It's never straight, no” I glance back at him as we sing together. He even gives me a little nod to beckon me to him. “Sometimes we gotta lean Lean on someone else To get a little help Until we find our way” Instead, I walk to Jeremy’s side of the stage, giving those people a bit of attention. “I believe I believe that we're just one dream Away from who we're meant to be That we're standing on the edge of Something big, something crazy Our best days are yet unknown That this moment is ours to own” I make my way back to Jeremy, dancing along to the rhythm he and Owen are giving me. “'Cause we're standing on the edge of great” “On the edge of great” “Great” “On the edge of great” “Great” “On the edge of great” “'Cause we're standing on the edge of...” I step onto the piano stool to give me a boost onto the grand piano itself. I crawl across, staying put on the edge as the boys and I go for the bridge together. “Shout, shout C'mon and let it out, out Don't gotta hide it Let your colors blind their eyes Be who you are no compromise Just shout, shout C'mon and let it out, out What doesn't kill you makes you feel alive Ooh-oh” Jeremy and Owen quit playing their instruments, and though we’d said this would be an a Capella moment for me, Charlie’s guitar riff surprises me instead. As I kneel in the middle of the piano, he makes his way over to me, giving me an encouraging smile. “I believe I believe that we're just one dream Away from who we're meant to be That we're standing on the edge of great” While I hit the high note, standing up onto the piano, the boys continue with the chorus. “Something big, something crazy Our best days are yet unknown That this moment is ours to own” We lapse into the chorus again, the crowd getting rowdier and cheerier with the second. This feeling right here is one I want to feel forever. With Charlie and Owen and Jeremy. And with Madi and Mitch next to me. The boys quit playing their instruments after the last chorus as I take my seat behind the piano again, securing the mic into the stand. To my complete surprise, I feel Charlie coming to sit next to me, and we sing the very last bit together in the same microphone. “Running from the past Tripping on the now What is lost can be found, it's obvious” As the crowd breaks out into a loud cheer, I can’t move anymore. All I can do is stay put and stare into Charlie’s beautiful hazel eyes that I’d missed so much. I inch closer. He inches closer. All the way until our lips touch in a soft, love-filled kiss. A kiss I’d missed for so long. “I love you, Emily Fox,” he whispers, his forehead pressed to mine. “I love you too, Charlie Gillespie,” I whisper back. Little do we notice my microphone is still on until the crowd bursts into even louder cheers. The both of us look up into the crowd first, then to Jeremy and Owen, who simply give us a proud smile, and then back at each other. He grabs my hand in his and leads me towards the middle of the stage where the boys join us too. Jeremy takes my hand, and Owen and Charlie hold hands too. The four of us take a bow, soaking in the feeling of the cheers at the Orpheum. We actually played the Orpheum. Emily and the Foxes. Me and my boys. Me, my two best friends and the love of my life. Forever. Together.

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[mindthekat]

and tell me to stay

read on a03 | 3,128 words | rating: E

It becomes a thing then, without Neil even trying. It’s more of an accident than anything but it’s impossible to censor himself when Andrew’s lips are mapping out the planes of his body. 

“Andrew - baby - fuck.” Neil whimpers, he fucking whimpers, against Andrew’s neck. Like before, Andrew’s hands on him go still. He doesn’t pull away but he’s still for what feels like hours. 

“Fucking junkie.” He mutters, finally, before grinding down against Neil’s thigh. Andrew kisses him like the world begins and ends with Neil’s mouth. Like he needs it more than air in his lungs. Like losing Neil would be losing a piece of himself as well. His fingers wrap around Neils wrist, thumb firm against his pulse. He has Neil pinned to the mattress beneath him, one leg wedged between runner’s thighs. He’s still dressed in the sweatpants and tank top he fell asleep in and Neil is in nothing more than clean boxers, his hair still wet from his post-run shower. Kevin is at Wymack’s for the weekend, something about making up for lost time, and Nicky is no stranger to making himself scarce when Kevin isn’t around. He may be daft but even he can tell when Neil is on edge from too many days without Andrew’s undivided attention, a luxury never afforded to him when his cousin or the other foxes are around. 

“Want you everywhere.” Neil breathes, squirming against the mattress. 

“Marking. Yes or no?” Andrew noses at Neil’s jaw, his tongue darting out to run along the shell of his ear. Neil fights back the shudder that runs up his spine and can’t quite keep his hips from bucking up against Andrew’s groin. 

“Fuck yes. Andrew, yes.” He barely gets the word out of his mouth before Andrew is sucking a bruise right below his ear. Neil is as mouthy in bed as he is on the court, always has been. But the mewls he makes when Andrew bites down and runs his tongue over his work to soothe the skin are downright pornographic. 

“You want the whole building to know you’re mine Josten?” Andrew teases, voice flat as it can be despite the oxygen he can’t quite get to his lungs. Neil doesn’t miss it. After so long of this, it would be impossible to miss. He’s full-on panting but he still has a smug smirk across his infuriating lips and Andrew can feel it. 

“Want the whole campus to know.” Neil pants. “Want them to be able to hear me from the court.” He’s just running his mouth now, his brain deprived of all the oxygen currently making its way to his cock. 

Andrew sucks lower on his neck, right below his first mark. Hard. “If you mention exy or court one more time I’m kicking you out of this bed.” He growls when he comes up for air. 

“You - ah - like me too much.” 

“In case you forgot, I don’t have to like you to suck your cock.” Andrew punctuates his words with a firm press of his palm to exactly where Neil is leaking precome just thinking about Andrew’s mouth on him. “Now shut the fuck up.” 

Despite the biting tone of his voice, his mouth is sweet against the scars on Neil’s chest. He traces them with his tongue, pausing to suck on his nipples on his descent towards his hips. His fingers press into the dip of his hipbones, firm but not enough to hold Neil down if he needed to get away. Andrew isn’t soft by any means, with anyone and least of all Neil. But their boundaries exist for a reason and despite Neil’s “always”, Andrew knows more than anyone that a yes is a yes until it’s a no. Andrew brushes his thumb across fading evidence of the hit Neil took to his ribcage during last week’s scrimmage and before he can think better of it, he presses a ghost of a kiss, open mouthed, to the bruise. He feels more than hears Neil gasp, a sharp intake of breath that feels like surprise more than anything. 

 “Andrew..” Neil breathes. 

“Shut up.” Andrew mumbles. He’s let too much slip already. There’s a crack in the wall and if he’s not careful he will leave enough room for Neil to crawl through and that is just something he cannot afford. That four letter word is blooming in Andrew’s chest again, the way it does when Neil uses that tone of voice. The way it does when he gets that look in his eyes, the one that tells Andrew that he’s seen. The way it does when Neil gives Andrew everything he is and everything he has because that’s just who he is. The way it does when Andrew can feel the itch to run just rolling off of him in waves and he chooses to stay anyways. The way it does because he stays. 

“Drew, I..”

“Don’t.” Andrew bites at his hipbone for good measure because he can’t. He can’t hear those words on Neil’s tongue. Words are not permanent. Words are fleeting and they’re empty and Andrew can’t hear them. Not from Neil. He and Neil trade keys to houses and cars and they trade truths and they stay. They don’t need words. 

Anything Neil wants to say dies on his tongue the moment Andrew gets his mouth on him. He’s certain there is no feeling in the world that can compare to the wet heat of Andrew’s mouth. He clutches the sheets, conscious of the permissions he’s been allowed. “Where can I touch you?” It comes out as half a moan. 

Two taps on his wrist and his hands are in Andrew’s hair, pulling at the curls still sticking up from a night of restless sleep. Neil could die like this and die a happy man. It’s these little boundaries he’s been given permission to cross over the past two and a half years with Andrew that Neil never takes for granted. Some days it’s fingertips wrapped around Andrew’s unruly waves and sometimes it’s his hands pressed flat against Andrew’s ribcage. Some days it’s everywhere but my ass. Some days it’s nowhere at all and Neil loves every iteration of Andrew he is lucky enough to experience. If he were any less observant he might miss the softening of Andrew’s edges. He might miss the tenderness that slips through between hard presses of lips and teeth scraping against skin. He might miss the hand firmly on his thigh in front of the other Foxes or the way that hand slips to his back when they order at Eden’s. It’s possessive and it’s the closest Andrew will ever come to saying I choose you. 

Neil rarely feels the itch to run anymore. When he does, it’s settled by lips that taste like a combination of sugar and cigarettes. By an arm thrown over his waist at night. By keys to a house and a car and a heart. A heart that has no reason to let him in and does anyways, at least in the ways that Andrew is able to let him in. There’s nothing conventional about the way the two of them fall together but they fit nonetheless. Neil smoothes Andrew’s edges and Andrew soothes the restlessness in Neils mind. 

Neil groans as Andrew swallows around the head of his cock, fingers digging into his thighs before he pulls off and bites down next to his fingers. “I want to fuck you. Yes or no?” Andrew’s voice is gravely and Neil nearly whites out from the pleasure that runs up his spine at knowing Andrew is unraveling and that it’s his fault. It’s still a fairly new development, both Andrew allowing Neil to see him losing control and allowing himself the pleasure that comes from being connected to Neil in a way he’s never been with anyone else. Allowing himself to take just as much as he gives. And it’s incredible really. Neil is mouthy and responsive and when it doesn’t make Andrew want to throw him off the roof of Fox Tower, it makes him want to bury himself further inside of Neil. 

“Yes. Fucking hell, of course. Need you inside me.” Neil is rambling, just shy of hysterical. Andrew’s lips are swollen and wet from spit and precome and he looks up at Neil through his eyelashes and Neil is absolutely done for. He reaches from Andrew’s hair to grip the base of his dick before he comes far too early. “Wanna come with you.” He explains when Andrew raises an unimpressed eyebrow, taunting him. And, fuck, it’s worth it for the way Andrew’s grip tightens on his thigh and the way his pupils get blown out. 

“Dumbass.” He mutters despite the hammering in his chest. He’s far beyond the days of jerking off alone in the shower after sucking Neil off. He can’t even remember the last time he’s felt like he needs to hold Neil’s hands out of the way while he gets him off. Neil is allowed to touch now. He’s allowed privileges with his hands and smart mouth and Andrew can’t pinpoint when it became impossible for him to step backwards. He can’t pinpoint the exact moment where things shifted and the idea of getting off without Neil made him more sick to his stomach than the idea of getting off with Neil. While Neil is mouthy and painfully straightforward about what he wants, he is never pushy. He never asks for more than he’s been given but once they’ve crossed a new boundary it becomes impossible to go back. It’s not that he’s impatient. He’s infuriatingly patient despite his short temper. It’s more so that Andrew, damn his perfect recollection, can’t seem to get the images out of his head: of Neil’s mouth on his cock, of the look on his face when Andrew curls his fingers just right and brushes against his prostate, of the pleased hum he makes when Andrew pulls out and comes all over his stomach. It’s fucking obscene. 

So while it’s still new, Andrew finds himself thinking about it constantly - fucking Neil. For as many things as he has experienced, both in Juvie and with Roland, this is something he’s never allowed himself before Neil and knowing it’s something they’re both experiencing for the first time with one another causes something to twist uncomfortably in his chest. It screams mine, mine, mine. And more than that it screams want, want, need. It screams home. 

He works Neil open slowly, carefully. He’s not a gentle person but he’s slow and he’s careful with his fingers and Neil taunts him the entire way through. “Andrew, come on. Fuck me.” He whines, hips twitching forward to meet the press of Andrew’s fingers. 

Andrew catches his lips between his own in part to shut him up and in part to distract him from the nervous shake of his hands. He busies himself with reaching for a condom, pushing his sweatpants down over his ass, and licking Neil’s neck before lining himself up and pressing inside, all the while swallowing Neils moans of yes, yes, yes from his mouth. 

Once he’s fully seated inside, he buries his face in Neil’s neck and focuses on the beat of his pulse so that he doesn’t come prematurely. It’s just so fucking tight and hot and if he moves he doesn’t think there’s any way he’s going to last. And underneath him, it seems Neil is trying to get fucking killed because he’s making these breathy sounds and tilting his hips up to get more friction. 

Andrew presses him firmly into the mattress and growls a “Sit. Still,” into his ear. 

“Ah - whenever you’re ready - Drew.” And he’s fucking smirking. The idiot is grinning ear to ear, pupils blown, looking absolutely fucked already. 

“Fucking hate you.” Andrew spits between gritted teeth. It’s taking every ounce of control he has left not to rock into Neil relentlessly and melt into the blinding pleasure that comes from being so close to him. The four letter word blooms in his chest again, body connecting with mind and heart to completely rip Andrew’s control out from underneath him. 

“I know.” Neil breathes before pressing the softest kiss to the corner of Andrew’s mouth and that, that is just too fucking much. It’s one thing to be seen and it’s an entirely different thing to be known. To be understood. For Neil to know Andrew and to want him despite it. For Neil to want him. For Neil to choose him, over and over again as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. 

Neil moves his lips over Andrew’s jaw, just barely ghosting over the sharp cut of it before pressing down intently over his pulse point. Andrew shudders, unable to fight the sheer sensitivity of his neck. “Not attractive.” He scolds, punctuating it with a roll of his hips that makes Neil gasp against his skin. 

Yes, yes, yes. More.

Neil whimpers and moans and pushes against Andrew’s grip to meet the pace of Andrew’s shallow thrusts. He’s always been overwhelmingly responsive in bed but when he has Andrew between his thighs and deep inside of him, it’s like he forgets there’s a world that exists beyond the four walls of their bedroom. 

Harder. 

Andrew pulls out nearly to the tip and slides back in so slowly that Neil arches his entire back into it and his mouth falls open in a groan loud enough to wake the neighbors. 

“Fuck - Andrew - why don’t we do this all the time? You feel so good.” Neil babbles. 

“Junkie.” Andrew mumbles, finding a pace that has Neil close to tears with how good he feels. How good Andrew makes him feel. The pleasure is coiling in his stomach and he’s sure he isn’t going to last much longer, especially when Neil’s lips ghost over his throat again. 

“Drew ‘m close.” Neil moans, his kisses open mouthed and erratic across every inch of Andrew’s skin he can reach. His voice is raw and it goes straight to Andrew’s cock. Neil is fucking pulsing where they’re connected, tight and hot around Andrew. 

Shut up. Shut up. Don’t stop.

The mantra repeats in Andrew’s head. He’s torn between wanting Neil to stop talking and wanting him to never stop showing Andrew just how much he wants this, needs this. 

Andrew feels his orgasm beginning to roll over him in waves and the panic builds in his chest. It’s not the firs time they’re doing this and its certainly not the first time they’re getting off together but the panic is persistent. Andrew reaches between them to stroke Neil’s cock in pace with his thrusts and catches his mouth with his own just in time to stifle the series of moans that breaks free from Neil’s mouth the second he starts spilling over his stomach. And he clenches - fucking clenches - down around Andrew’s dick and that’s the breaking point. Andrew goes to pull out so he can finish but Neil, completely fucked out, murmurs stay against his lips and uses the leverage from the ankles crossed behind Andrew’s thighs to press him deeper into his ass. This, this is new. It’s actually unreal, the vortex of pleasure he falls into when he spills into the condom, Neil’s ass still clenching around him as he comes down from his own orgasm. 

“Yes, Andrew. Fuck. You feel so good.” Neil whimpers. Andrew is breathing heavily above him, his arms shaking where he holds himself up. 

“Shut up Josten.” Neil catches the way his voice breaks at the end, the only indicator that he’s just as wrecked as Neil is. 

“I’m here. I’m real. I’m not going anywhere Andrew.” Neil murmurs into his neck, not daring to move a muscle while Andrew is so on edge. And it’s too much. Andrew is standing on the edge of something, on the edge of feeling something he hasn’t allowed himself to feel since chasing that feeling left him bloodied and bruised and broken. Since it left him with scars on his arms to remind him that hope is the most dangerous feeling to hold. “It was good for me. It was so good Drew.” Neil still holds Andrew between his thighs, tethering him in place. 

Andrew’s heart rate slows back to steady. The trembling in his arms goes from fear and panic to exhaustion and he allows himself to be wrapped into Neils arms. The panic is always there. Panic over taking as much as he’s given and panic that he’s just like them. He hasn’t needed to pull away from Neil, put distance between himself and the object of his whatever this is, in months but the panic still claws at his chest in the moments afterwards. Where he feels too much and not enough like himself all at the same time. Where he feels like every nerve in his body in tuned to Neil. His breath, his stupid hair tickling the side of his neck. His stupid freckles scattered across his shoulders. 

I hate you. I hate you. I love you. 

The mantra repeats in Andrew’s mind as Neil presses open-mouthed kisses across his jaw and face. His fingertips ghost over Andrew’s scalp and if Andrew leans into the touch, well nobody needs to know. He feels a smile pressed along his jaw and digs his nails into Neil’s hips in retaliation. 

“Pipe dream.” He dips his head and drags his teeth across Neil’s collarbone, trying to soothe the urge to flee. 

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours Andrew.” And fuck Neil for knowing him. Fuck Neil for knowing him and choosing him and wanting him. 

Mine, mine, mine. Andrew’s never had something of his own that he didn’t have to strike a deal for. He’s had to bargain and trade for everything in his life but Neil has given himself over and chosen Andrew. Neil, who has never allowed himself to want anything. Neil, who has never thought of a life past tomorrow. Who takes things one day at a time because he’s never been offered anything else. Neil, who wears the key to Andrew’s house in Columbia around his neck because it grounds him. 

“I hate you.” Andrew presses into his neck because the other words bubbling up in his chest are too much. 

“I know.” Neil replies with his fingernails scratching at Andrew’s scalp. 

And later after they’ve showered and eaten dinner and curled up with each other on the couch, Andrew with a book in his hand and Neil watching a pro game with his head in Andrew’s lap, Andrew thinks he might not hate the idea of keeping this forever. 

[happyclown]

 ❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 ❞

she needs someone to tell her that it’s okay to be sad. someone who will hold her hand when she’s crying. someone who will listen to her rant about her favorite movies. someone kind. someone who makes her not want to let go of their hand (unless it’s sweaty ew gross). 

Clary Wiggins is looking for someone who’s willing to teach her how to properly love someone with passion and kindness.

𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬’ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭 │ 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭 │ 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Clarissa Margo Wiggins 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲/𝐀𝐠𝐞: 03/20/1995 — 25 years old 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬: Moon Elf 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 5′8  𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Pansexual 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: Female — She/Her 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤: Magizoologist 

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬:

1. 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲 — a shortened form of her name; everyone calls her this. 2. 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 — her granny’s fave and only nickname for her.

𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐝𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬:

1. “I have two fur kids and they’re both exhausting.” — Being a magizoologist, Clary has taken in many animals to rehabilitate them and then release them back into the wild; but sometimes, that doesn’t always happen. She has two derpy companions: Cricket the Caracal & Percy (Percival) the Fox. She loves both of them very dearly. They follow her everywhere.

2. “What is love truly like? Seriously.”— After getting dumped, Clary has basically put love and relationships off the table. When she was with her ex, she had fallen out of love with them a while back, but clung to the relationship as a safety net for comfort. When her ex dumped her, they told her that they knew the spark was gone. Both of them were clinging to a relationship that was going nowhere.

3. “Butterflies??”— Clary knew that her past relationship was going nowhere, but she can be a creature of habit sometimes. She liked the comfort of having person by her side. In the end though, her ex was better off as a friend than a romantic partner. Clary has never really felt “butterflies” for anyone in her previous relationships. They were all relationships of convenience and proximity. Now that she’s single, she’s been reflecting back on them realizing how passive she’s been. She’s scared she won’t ever find someone who makes her feel butterflies.

4. “They are the ones that saved me.”— Clary likes to think that helping animals was always her calling. She can’t see herself doing anything else. When she was younger, she found a lot of comfort in animals books and her favorite plushies. Her father was also a well known magizoologist so she grew up taking care of animals. Her work comes before anything else; well maybe except her family lol.

5. “Omg this is my song!!”— If there is one thing Clary loves more than animals and her family, it’s dancing. If she hears a good tune, she can’t help but move her body. Sometimes if it’s too good of a tune, she’ll start busting out moves. She’s the type to dance in the middle of the supermarket if she hears a good song come on. She can dance to literally anything.

6. “Are you a robot or something?”— Clary is good at many things: her job, being a decent person, and much more. Her only weakness is that she hates showing her emotions. She doesn’t like showing any negative emotions to people because it feels strange to tell people, “hey i’m like super sad and got my ass dumped like a month ago. oh sorry too much?”. In her department, she is considered to be the standard for many of the other magizoologists there. She’s so afraid of making a mistake that she works herself to death. People need to tell her to chill lol.

7. “What are you doing!”— Clary is very very shy when it comes to affection. In her past relationships, it took like three months into the relationship for anything to really happen. Besides her granny, her family is not affectionate at all. She feels really awkward giving hugs. She secretly loves affection (think hand holding and soft touches), but is very nervous when it comes to initiating. It takes time to win her heart. Someone teach this girl how to love omg wtf.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

➊ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲? “Uhm, I’m Clary...unless there’s another Clary.”

➋ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲? “Uhm, once again, I’m Clary.”

➌ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞? “I really like fun dates where you get to know the person better. Dates like having a picnic, watching movies at a drive-in theatre, exploring a museum— stuff like that is nice. I really like having quality time with people. I just want to be next to them, you know. I wanna soak up their presence and talk about stupid topics like how a cat named Stubbs was the mayor of a small town in Alaska until 2017. RIP Stubbs, I miss you buddy!”

➍ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩? “Well, almost all of my past relationships were not great, hahaha. It was definitely me though. I have a hard time opening up to people. Some people just aren’t patient enough and get tired of me, you know. It’s sad, but hey that’s life. Anyways, I’m rambling. My ideal relationship would obviously be one where both partners are equal. I want a relationship that makes me feel giddy every time I see them. I know relationships aren’t all about romance and tender moments, but a girl can dream.”

“Besides being a hopeless romantic like myself, it would be lovely if my partner was someone who enjoyed the tiny things in life. I can be quite self-deprecating to the point it’s almost self loathing so someone who tells me to knock it off with that shit would be nice. I want someone who loves me for me, flaws and all.”

➎ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞? “Hmm, some self introspection, huh? love that. Well, let’s see...On the outside, many people have told me that I’m very helpful and kindhearted. I love helping people. It just comes naturally. It feels strange not to be like “hey there buddy, need some help?”. Maybe it’s just me. I’m not nice all the time though, that’s just not realistic. I’m very introverted and love my alone time. I often need space from others to reflect and examine my emotions. Because of this, I have a tendency to push people away sometimes— not intentionally of course, but it happens.”

“Nobody really knows this, but I’m a total softie. I cry a lot. I think it’s because I care about people too much. I know I don’t show it on my face, but on the inside, i’m always freaking out about something. I’m a huge worry wart, it’s almost a problem. Good thing, I keep it to myself haha. I’m also someone who overthinks way too much. I’m quite erratic with my emotions, more mentally than physically.”

“At the end of the day, I’m just a worrying pushover who’s a HUGE ride or die for people. I can seem robotic at times due to my poker face, but please know I’m silently worrying about you. I have emotions. I’m more quiet around crowds, but when around close friends, I’m screaming like a banshee about who I hate the most in Tiger King.” 

*For any peeps applying, you can literally copy and paste this and use it as a template. 

[darkestfable]

The End

((Thank you to @kidcatgemini​ for helping me with such a...painful RP. CW: blood, death, mind control))

“I’m sorry, babe, I gotta go. They gave me these orders and-” Raetos heaved a sigh, tightening the rifle over his shoulder. He didn’t want to leave Fable alone, but he knew his lover couldn’t go with him.

“I know, I know. It ain’t gonna be forever. Jus’ go do what you gotta do ‘n when you get home we’ll make up for lost time, yeah?” the blood hunter smiled up at his lover, pulling him down by his chest piece for a kiss. It lasted for a little longer than he meant to, got a little more heated than he’d anticipated.

“I love you.” “I’ll miss you too, Raetos.”

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Restlessness set in much faster than the blood hunter had anticipated. One night alone and he was chomping at the bit to do...anything. All the maps were updated as best as he could, spelling errors in the survival guide master copy had been edited. Fable couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. There had to be an outlet for the nervous energy.

There was a small dig in Feralas that he’d spotted in Brent’s itinerary, back when they were talking about locations. Fable knew the forest fairly well, enough that there wouldn’t be much he’d have to guard himself against. That would work just fine as a distraction, and he’d be back in a matter of a few days at most. His foxes, Connor and Kenway, could help keep predators away from the homestead while he was gone, but someone would have to feed them…

Vandrir.

The druid he’d interviewed for his old group would be a perfect caretaker for the animals! During the interview, Vandrir had mentioned that he wasn’t an expert at things, but more of a jack of all trades. And well, if Raetos could manage Obligation and Responsibility, Fable was certain a druid could.

Thankfully, he’d agreed without hesitation.

Now that all of the plans were made, Fable was able to head out to Feralas and simply enjoy being in the field, hands in the dirt, mud on his knees…

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The sun was high in the sky, filtering through the thick canopy of the trees older than he was. It was warm and humid, and Fable had ditched his shirt a long time ago to continue moving earth. Survey equipment taken from his old job was still serving him well, and had pointed him to this exact location. The hole was waist deep on him, but the corner of a box that he’d uncovered had given way to the rest of it; a perfect cube that had almost been lost to the land again. Fable could feel the magic radiating off of it, enough to make his fingers tingle. This would be fun to transport back…

“Mmm…if only all archeologists were as handsome as you,” a melodious voice spoke up from behind him.

A Ren’dorei woman sat on a rock a few paces away, legs crossed and leaning back on her hands. To say she was attractive was an understatement, and she dressed to show off every aspect of her features; tight shorts with thigh high boots and a low cut crop top. Her deep blue eyes and pink lips were absolutely captivating against her lavender skin. Purple hair  with glowing blue tips cascaded down to mid back. Not a blemish or scar could be seen on her smooth skin. It was impossible to tell how long she’d been sitting there, or even how she’d arrived.

Her head tilted in interest at Fable, a playful smile on her lips.

“But then, I suppose we wouldn’t get much work done, would we, Sweetie?”

Fable looked up from the artifact, squinting at the figure perched on the rock. His glowing blue eyes travelled every inch of her form, clearly appreciating it. She was absolutely stunning, and were it before his relationship with Raetos, he’d have completely abandoned the dig to go flirt. Instead, the blood hunter got to his feet, wiping some sweat from his cheek(and leaving a smear of dirt in its wake).

“Not with women like you runnin’ ‘round, that’s for damned sure. Did you need somethin’, or you jus’ here t’ watch me work?” Fable smirked. He had questions about her arrival, for sure, but the tight shirt distracted his mind quite well.

“Would it make me a bad girl if I were here for the later?” she asked, almost innocently, “Actually, I was surveying a site, just north of here, for a client. Then I came across a hot shirtless guy playing in the dirt.”

Uncrossing her legs, she got up from where she was sitting and strolled over to the edge of where Fable was digging, hips swaying as she went. There, she got down on her hands and knees, both to be eye level with Fable, but also to give him a better view of her cleavage.

“Decided I wanted a closer look, so here I am,” her eyes left his to shamelessly take in every inch of his physique, “So, what’s your name, handsome?”

“Must’ve been kinna like Winter’s Veil mornin’ for you then,” the blood hunter chuckled, watching her every move. Not like she was a threat, but like she was a meal. He couldn’t help it, even if he knew in the back of his mind that she was doing it on purpose.

“Th’ name ‘s Fable, gorgeous. Do I get to know yours, since you’re enjoyin’ the show?”

Fable hung his thumbs in his waistband, effectively tugging the dirty black pants down just a little more in the front. There was no danger in flirting, right? Showing off as much as she was? Of course his lover was in the back of his mind, and he’d never seriously go through with anything. Of course.

“You dig too? Uh oh, sounds like you’re competition…”

“Oh?” the woman perked an eyebrow, her ears flickering playfully, “Well, good news for you, hmm? You’re competition’s been distracted. She decided to come get dirty elsewhere.”

She bit down on her bottom lip lightly as her eyes absolutely ate up the little bit of extra skin he allowed her to see of his waistline. She leaned in as her piercing blue eyes moved up to meet his again, to the point where her lips were but an inch away from his.

“My name’s Cebina, Sweetie. Feel like taking a break to play with a pretty lady?”

His own lips parted as he let out a slow breath, clearly struggling. He had a job to do, he had a boyfriend for which he cared very deeply. Fable shook his head a bit, smiling and ready to take a step back. If he didn’t remove himself from her aura of seduction, he knew he’d make a very big mistake. The blood hunter’s hands tightened at the waist of his pants, trying to maintain control.

“You ain’t got th’ faintest idea of how much I wanna play with you, but uh…” his voice trailed off, and he vaguely motioned to the artifact with his head. “And I kinda got a boyfriend I ain’t lookin’ t’ cheat on.”

Cebina moved in before he had the chance to step back. Arms wrapping around his neck as she brought her body down into the small space with him. A hand gripped the back of his head, keeping his gaze on her as she pressed her body against him. That playful, seductive grin never faded. There was a flicker in her glowing eyes, something that seemed to nudge at his mind.

“Don’t worry, Sweetie. Doesn’t have to go all the way. A bit of fooling around never hurt anyone, hmm?”

With that, she attempted to capture his mouth with hers.

Any protests were swallowed in the kiss, Fable’s willpower breaking. His hands went to her hips then before sliding around her waist to pull her close. Her skin felt electric everywhere he touched, and Fable didn't hesitate to back her against the side of the hole, dirt crumbling around their feet.

His subconscious was screaming alerts that his conscious mind was deaf to.

One of the blood hunter's hands slid over Cebina's hip, down to her thigh. Strong fingers hooked under her leg and lifted as he shifted his hips to get between them. Fable was running on instinct, caught like a moth with a flame.

Cebina moaned into the kiss, more than pleased by Fable’s response. Her leg wrapped around his waist as she rolled her hips against him as the heat between them grew. Her other hand grasped the hair at the back of his head, wrenching it to the side to suck and bite at his neck. 

While she had him well distracted, her other hand unsheathed an old and ornate looking dagger from her boot; easily reached with her leg up. She could feel his excitement and pent up energy swell. Part of her wished she could play a little longer, but her mind control only lasted for so long. 

“—Oh, Sweety!” She cried as he buried his face between her neck and shoulder to repay the favor.

It was time.

It happened very quickly, shadows closed in on the two as the dagger pierced Fable’s upper back in one swift motion. Immediately, shadow magic poured into the wound, spreading through his system fast. The effect was painful, much more than physical… the spirit weapon grasping his very soul. 

As the runic weapon continued its siphon, Cebina grabbed either side of her victim’s head to make eye contact one last time. By now, the shadows had enveloped her form completely. Her smile was wicked.

“Thanks for digging up the artifact for me.”

Fable’s mind was awash with pleasure. Everything felt hazy and floaty, akin to being drunk without the alcohol. He gasped pleasantly at the teeth in his neck, fingers tightening around Cebina’s leg. Nothing existed outside of her, outside of this. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, common sense screamed Raetos’ name, tried to remind Fable of his lover’s existence.

He might as well be deaf.

“You taste goo-” the blood hunter started to purr against her neck, but the words were frozen on his lips when the shadows washed over them both.

The first thing he felt was searing pain, the blade biting through flesh and muscle and into his lung, fitting neatly between ribs. Fable didn’t even get to stumble backwards, he was trapped and gasping for breath as the hurt spread through his body. Tears beaded and rolled from his eyes, pale blue gaze fixed on Cebina’s shadowed form. He barely managed to cough out a breath, blood running from the corner of his mouth.

His last act of defiance before his legs gave out was to spit blood at Cebina’s face. The blood hunter crumpled to the ground at her feet, wheezing. Fable’s very essence was being pulled from his body, and he couldn’t even scream. No one would find him out here so deep in Feralas, and he was breaking a promise he’d made to Raetos. He remembered their date, how he’d promised his lover that he’d not leave him.

“Raetos… I’m sorry…” Fable gasped out before his world went dark.