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[manscend]

@vagabottoms 13B from here

Behind the studio Reagan was on his knees already, mouth spread wide as Chase shoved his cock into the back of the other model's throat. They were both in this scene, models, and if there wasn't someone that Chase could bend over to get a leg up on, then he'd settle for the next best thing. "You like that fat cock?" Chase's fingers were tightly woven through Reagan's blonde hair, grinning wide as he looked down at the other on his knees in front of him. The other was all... meat, hard muscle and chiseled features like he'd been carved out of stone. Yet here he was, sucking cock like a pro.

[lustbitten]

closed starter for @ofginjxints

this wasn't something that august was used to, he couldn't even believe that he was pulling into his driveway, bike roaring to a stop with lily behind him, arms wrapped around his midsection, his large helmet covering her head. of course, he'd never passed up a chance to buy from her, or just see her really. kickstand gets pushed out and the bike settles, his hand reaching up towards his stomach to tap at her hands. "come on." his voice gruff, his legs moving him a few steps towards his front door, pushing the door open as he waits for her.

[witchertorsten]

@ormir location: Nornwatch Keep notes: Mid Event, The Last Night at Nornwatch Keep

Afshin was gone. They'd been together when chaos had erupted and somehow the Kingsguard had lost him. The witcher wouldn't ruminate on this for long, if the prince had sense, he'd know the most well-protected region of the castle was the domain of the High King. Makeshift fortifications had been prepared, but they did not hold up as well when the forces of Nornwatch Keep had been caught so effectively unaware.

Starlit, silver mithril armor glinted with the shifting turn of Torsten's blade. Capturing moonlight and splattering tainted, acrid blood against the battered walls of the Legion's Keep. These legionnaires were nowhere in sight now that their ancient enemy had fallen upon them, but Torsten had not been relying on such a small force where the defence of the Iskarans had been concerned. The people had been training, every man, woman, and child who could hold a sword had been preparing. Working through their hunger, sharpening sticks to layer pitfalls in the event the worst should happen.

Torsten brought a hurlock low, and in an instant a shaft of quicksilver cut the air before a torrent of ichor rained from above; the witcher tilted his shield to catch the spray before it landed on his face. He was no legionnaire but the principle was simple, don't ingest the darkspawn blood whenever possible lest he consign his fate to the taint of these vile beasts.

Torsten wrenched one of their twisted shields from the dead grip of the fallen hurlock and shoved it into the arms of a hapless warrior caught unaware and unarmed. "To your King!" The witcher cried as he pushed forward, feeling the heat of battle up ahead as he immersed himself in the throngs of darkspawn battling his fellow Kingsguard outside Orhan's chambers. Magic sang through the air and coated the tarmac of his tongue with the familiar taste of iron, it rang in his ears as the witcher's senses were placed on high alert. With a turn flames from threads of fire, incensed by air were captured before Torsten's raised sword. Churning in a ball of light that cascaded dark shadows across the horrific faces of the darkspawn.

Charred bodies lay behind Torsten as he stepped through the makeshift fortifications in the hallways; furniture fashioned together with shields and spears to choke the enemy in the narrow corridors. One man could hold fifty here, and fortunately, they had more than just one. The reinforcements that Torsten had wrenched from the thick of the fray on his way from the training grounds, to the King's chamber joined the kingsguard stationed here tonight.

"Lord Hand." Torsten greeted, cordial with the noted bite of urgency that held fast to the witcher's Iskaran intonation. "The eye of the Dark One has fallen on us tonight," Monsters never changed, they had only moments before the next wave breached the halls; Torsten set his intention towards the coming darkspawn and turned his blade idly in his hand, flicking the blood that had gathered across it onto the stone beneath his feet. Shield at the ready. "and the ravens are begging to be fed."

[facepeeled]

@marshthing | plotted starter

cricket finishes smearing her baby blue eyeshadow across her lids with the tip of her pointer finger. she's noticed since working at this new place that more of that glittery shit in her eyes equals more tips most nights, and she's willing to do anything for a couple bucks. (that's probably how she ended up here-- grinding in the laps of strange men to eighties pop songs and wiping cum off her lower back at the end of the night.)

but tonight is different. tonight the trap is set and she and the other girls will end their shifts covered in a different bodily fluid. that sweet nectar of life: blood. her throat aches at the thought, remembering the last time she fed. god, it's been too long since she's ripped out one of these sorry fucker's throats.

she approaches una in the dressing room, and bows her head like a dog. like a servant. she speaks quietly. "is there anything you need me to do for tonight?" she asks, willing as always to do anything una asks. she's forever in her debt, una having been the one to change her and give her this gift of eternal life.

[iwritemilfs]

@thesoulofasurvivor asked: "That's none of your business"

____ "You know what, you're right, it is none of my business." Her gun remained on the teenager. There'd been a time when Tess couldn't have imagined raising her voice at a kid, let alone pointing a gun at one, but times had changed. And so had she. Over the years, she'd learned to scan people almost as soon as she saw them; looking for any sign of a bite mark, a scratch, anything that would suggest an infection. And this kid's marks were practically like neon signs, screaming 'look at me, I'm infected!' Still, they were unlike anything she'd seen (on an actual person) - they didn't look fresh, far from it, but everyone knew people turned almost instantly. And so she hesitated.

"But I suggest you tell me what the hell is up with that before I shoot you."

[vipercloud]

                                ──────────────                                bare  foot  taps  against  the  hardwood  flooring  on  a  cluttered  living  room ;        courtney  no  longer  considered  this  place  to  be  home ,        no  longer  found  joy  in  the  trivial  nuisance  of  a  life  that  she’d  built  for  herself  within  the  confines  of  california’s  narrow  streets                (    the  life  that  she’d  built  for  rachel  kindsley ,    an  identity  built  for  herself  after  the  death  of  her  mother ,    but  courtney  had  been  juggling  so  many  identities  lately  that  she  struggled  to  remember  her  own    ) .                there’s  a  gentle  groan  from  her  captive  as  he  slowly  comes  to        ──────        she’d  recognize  that  face  anywhere ,        the  latest  and  greatest  of  love  quinn’s  admirers .        like  all  of  the  others ,        @obsessher​  would  never  be  good  enough  for  her  sister ;        she’d  escaped  to  europe  to  get  away  from  her  own  obsession ,        to  create  a  better  life  for  herself  as  a  new  and  improved  woman ,        but  that  bitch  candace  had  dragged  her  right  back  into  the  centre  of  it  all .

❝        𝚒  𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝  𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢  𝚝𝚘  𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 .        i’d  apologise  for  the  restraints ,        but  i’m  pretty  sure  you  should  be  the  one  apologising  for  breaking  and  entering .        ❞                                los  angeles  accent  eases  into  speech  as  though  it  had  never  left ,        silk  mask  slips  over  features  as  robe  is  draped  over  lingerie - clad  figure ;        there’s  a  lack  of  tenderness  as  she  pushes  joe  to  his  side ,        as  figure  drops  to  a  slow  crouch  beside  him .                                ❝        i  have  no  desire  to  know  what  you  intended  on  doing  to  poor  amy  with  all  that  shit  in  your  bag ,        but  i’m  certainly  glad  that  she  won’t  find  out .        ❞

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[jianlol]

.ೃ࿔ for ; @wtfxeden

jian supposed he’s just about lost count of how many times he’s wandered into the tidal dorm for a sleepover with danbi. he didn’t know if he’d ever grow tired of the different yet warming environment their place was in contrast to his own — not that phoenix’s was bad in any way, sometimes he just needed a change of scenery plus the company of his best friend. he especially enjoyed the view they had from their building, hanging out there plenty of times with danbi to talk and chill out away from everybody with just the beautiful lights of the city around them. and tonight was no different, tolerating the nipping cold shielded away with a thick blanket around his shoulders and one of danbi’s hats over freshly dyed silver hair. “finally.” he commented as he heard the familiar squeak of the door to the roof, not even looking. “i hope what snacks you insisted on getting was worth leaving me for—“ he began to rant, finally turning and his words faltered to a dry stop as he made out familiar features. “oh. it’s you.” he grumbled, turning away until his back was facing eden again. after the whole valentine’s day disaster of a dinner, he still couldn’t shake the annoyed feeling. jian had felt embarrassed and that was something he hated, looking like an absolute fool. “if you’re here to gloat again, i don’t want to hear it so go bother someone else.” he told him, his words sharp and final.

[everseens]

"oh my goodness, this is so embarrassing.." clare admitted out loud as she saw the firetruck pull up to the tree. she found herself in a bit of a tricky situation, simply trying to catch her cat who had ran away and up a tree.. turns out now they were both stuck. with her cat held safely in her arms, her eyes suddenly widened at the familiar figure standing at the foot of the tree. "uh-- do we know each other?" she asked from above, but of course she knew who that was-- a longtime crush from high school, but never expected to see them again. not expecting them to remember her, she wondered if she even should've mentioned it in the first place. / @blindspct

[venusvolta]

sowon will give jung yoojin this, the girl has a flair for the dramatic.

there's a murmuring amongst the general populace, most of the initiates have drunk too much and now there's a certain amount of fear and indignations being spewed at the table but in true form, sowon could care less. if some kid drowns it won't be on her conscious, it's not as if she told the dumbasses to drink when a ritual still had yet to be announced and she's not the idiot who provided anyone with drinks before telling them to go swim in a freezing lake either. whatever happens, happens to the flock of idiots that stand before her and no one else.

instead of waiting and watching for the rest of the fallout, sowon excuses herself from the table and walks out to the veranda to overlook the darkened woods that lead to lake cheongpyeong. thank god she's not an initiate, she thinks, there are a thousand stupid things she'd do for the chance to be in a club, but being dumb enough to swim in a lake in december while drunk might just be where she would've drawn the line four years ago.

she stares into the darkness of dense trees and what should be a lake for a moment, trying to see if she can see clearly into the night enough to guess what the conditions might be like but the absence of light leaves her unable to make out anything.

turning on her heel she thinks she ought to find clothes better suited for a nighttime hike when she sees him out of the corner of her eye. jin yohan sits in the corner, drink in hand and even from the briefest glance sowon can see in no uncertain terms that he is pissed.

"what?" she asks in a deadpanned voice, "are you worried that your recruits can't swim or are you worried they've got the sense to realize how stupid and dangerous this ritual is? because if it's the latter don't worry i doubt they do."

she walks closer to him, and leans against the wall looking down at him. "if anything hyungseo should have third best shot after hajoon and seunghan respectfully."

ECHOLALIA ft. @silenthowls

[marcovolta]

@bleedingwings location: What's Cookin'? notes: Night before the grand opening

Everything had worked out in the end, barring the odd intrusive thought, Marco was thriving. Abel was made sovereign and truthfully it was a good fit, naturally Marco had agreed that the Tower was the best fit. If Vivianne was stepping down, then it was hard to imagine anyone else standing where she had once stood. The necromancers were gone, the drow were at some tentative piece with the elves - elves who had their own home for the first time in ages. The senate was changing, really changing, Marco never thought he'd see something like that in his lifetime.

Still, he thought about the way he'd spoken to Sariel in the street outside his home in the days leading up to the fight. He didn't remember their discourse outside the Pyramid, and maybe that was for the best.

"You came." Marco said with a smile as he looked up, he'd worn a suit because he thought... Well it just felt appropriate. He'd asked Sariel to come to What's Cookin' to taste the menu ahead of tomorrow's big opening, he'd been experimenting with dishes for a few years now, trying to make the perfect menu. He thought maybe he'd finally succeeded. Bashfully, Marco felt inclined to admit something, "I didn't think you would... But I'm glad you did, sorry but it uh... It's just gonna be us tonight."

[gccdwitch]

@vvhimsicals

A whole week passed since the Sutton incident and Brooks still feels like shit, the guild eating him alive from the inside. He’s tried talking with his sister but she’d just evaded his calls and texts until finally blocking him. His mom had called specifically to tell him all about how disappointed she was. His friends hadn’t been particularly helpful either, unable to provide much more than a seemingly endless supply of booze and the occasional I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Telling them about his relationship at last had been nice, though. It was a relief to speak about Nehir openly now that he wasn’t scared they were going to slip and tell Sutton either unintentionally (Venus) or not so unintentionally (August) or that they were going to scold him for going behind his sister’s back (Mary who did it anyway despite how obviously regretful Brooks was).

He’s spent that week basking in his own misery. Aside from going along with work-related task so their manager doesn’t end up screaming at him, too, Brooks has been by himself. He didn’t feel like going out, he didn’t feel like talking. Not even with Nehir. His replies to her had been short and far in between and, while he is aware that is a complete 180 from his usual self, he can’t do anything more. Every time he thinks about her, the knot in his throat tightens, and his mind eventually goes down a Should we break up? spiral. And he doesn’t want to think like that, at all. It made him feel like a shit boyfriend.

He's in the middle of his new routine (rotating between three apps while rotting on the couch) when he hears the doorbell. Had he ordered something and forgotten? Had one of his friends ordered something for him? No one’s warned him about that or about coming over. He waits until he hears another persistent ring to finally get up and trudge towards the front door. One look through the peephole and he sighs, mentally steeling himself. “Hi. I thought you were going to be a serial killer,” Brooks jokes, forcing a smile as he leans against the door frame. “What’s up? You didn’t tell me you were coming over...”

[lustbitten]

closed starter for @daddyissves / based on this #1 / like this post if u want one

elbows resting on his desk as he shakes his head back and forth. "i honestly don't know what else to do at this point." a sigh falls from his lips as he removes his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. he'd reminded her time and time again that the punishment would become far worse if she continued to fail her tests. "put your hands on the desk and bend over." vincent ordered as he stands, his own hands reaching up to unbutton the top button of his shirt. "now."

[sussymaru]

wheeeee @valensemblestars gift exchange! AND I GOT MY SWEETHEART @scamoosh ILYSM I HOPE U ENJOY THE THROUPLE OF ALL TIME 

[supercutts]

         it always happens so fast — too fast. her body reacts on instinct, just like any other person, but the consequences of her hunger are always more grave. katherine is still coming to terms with it as she wipes trembling hands on her blood - stained dress ( the only pretty garment in her possession that she prematurely swore she wouldn't ruin ) and hurriedly buries the leftover bones under dirt and dead grass. in the distance there's light and laughter, the smell of pretzels and cotton candy light and pleasant but not enough to hide the piercing scent of blood on her hands. she's still on her knees as a figure emerges from the shadows. ❛ don't come any closer. ❜ her words are anything but firm, tears welling in her eyes like they always do after she feeds. ❛ stay away. ❜ @ptolemvea

[heartintact]

✧ closed starter for @wraithliked.

Her fingers were shaking, and her makeup was ruined, not because of crying but as a result of anxious hands pressing against her face. It was an annoying tick she had. Then again, other people had worse habits, like hunting people down. Everyone had been wrong—the authorities, their therapists, the news outlets. The sequels weren’t over; the main show was still going on. “It’s happening again; the killer’s coming.” The silence had reigned during the survivor’s group meeting—all the final girls but one. They all knew the truth, even when they refused to vocalize it. Once Iris approached Rowena, her semblance of control slipped slightly. “Esther never got away from her phone; she always had like three chargers on her. I know they haven’t found her, but... it’s just a matter of time. We know how it goes.” Ominous words sounded almost casual in her tone, her attention fixed on their reaction. She didn’t know why she’d attended the meeting—automatic pilot, maybe; or perhaps she just wanted not to be alone, to confirm that she wasn’t losing her mind. “I know what they say: ‘positive attitude; perhaps she’s not picking up because she went on a trip; stop being so paranoid and take another anxiolytic’. But please, don’t tell me you believe that bullshit.”

[vipercloud]

                                ──────────────                                gentle  intake  of  air  offers  mild  ease  to  the  ache  of  disruption  that  quivers  through  her  chest ,        gaze  remains  fixated  on  the  beaded  catastrophe  before  her  as  she  manages  to  tune  out  the  steady  thrum  of  the  harsh  rain  that  has  plagued  new  haven ;        the  weather  was  the  perfect  parallel  for  her  foul  mood ,        and  if  paris  were  more  religious ,        perhaps  she’d  be  praying  for  some  form  of  reprisal  from  the  storm                (    or  the  idiocy  of  the  so - called  ivy - league - worthy  girls  that  she’d  been  unfortunate  to  dorm  with    ) .                there’s  a  quiet  creak  of  the  door ,        and  paris  immediately  knows  that  it’s  @gilmor​  returning  to  the  room ,        the  only  person  in  their  shared  space  that  had  any  form  of  common  sense ,        the  only  one  conscientious  enough  to  avoid  disrupting  her  calming  mantra  or  workflow .

❝        𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝  𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝  𝚝𝚘  𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜  𝚊𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 .        we  don’t  need  the  airhead  breaking  her  neck  by  slipping  on  the  mud  that  you  would’ve  tracked  in .        and  the  last  thing  that  i  need  is  a  death  staining  my  record  before  i’ve  even  graduated  undergrad .        that  kind  of  thing  could  ruin  a  girl’s  career .        ❞                                heavy  sigh  escapes  lips  as  hands  drop  project  in  mild  frustration ,        figure  pivots  to  face  the  other .                                ❝        or  perhaps  it  would  become  the  perfect  traumatic  story  to  get  my  foot  in  the  door .        ❞

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