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❛ it isn’t fair how much you turn me on. ❜
~🦚
𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
He'd finally gotten back home after another outing, though blood splattered his gear. Thankfully, this time, it wasn't his own. But it was odd. He didn't have a job today, there was no reason for Chief to have drawn blood. So why was he covered in blood?
Maybe he'd gotten in a fight while at the market...
"I'm a mess, love." There's an edge to his tone that's a telltale sign he'd previously been rather upset and was still winding down. "At least let me clean up a little bit first, hm?" Chief asks as he takes off his gear. Slowly. Aware of his movements, how his muscles tense and relax as he moves. Each movement was intentional. A tease. He knew what his lovely little thief liked to see.
Masks, cloak, and tactical vest already removed, Chief next removes his arm wraps. "Then we can have a little fun. How's that sound?" Probably in the shower. And then some after, if Eshra was up for it.
"You know pretty much every guy in town has had that little bird of yours, right? He's a slut, loves it any way he can get it. You're an idiot if you think you're special. He's probably out cucking you every time you're out working."
Talk shit about someone my Muse knows.
The slider pauses, turning to face the stranger.
"You know he reeks of me, right? How many times he's been seen with me?" He counters, his tone bitter. "Only those who have a death wish would touch him, regardless of who starts it." The assassin slowly approaches, left hand having shifted his cloak to reveal the handles of his swords. And he rests that same hand on the handle of one in a threat.
"And only those with a death wish would talk shit about him to me." A dangerous glint appears in the Ronin's eyes as he tilts his head to the side ever so slightly. "I suggest you start running. Not that it will save you from The Ronin." But, at least it would be entertaining.
“I just got out of the shower!”
~🦚
suggestive sentence starters
"And you didn't invite me." There was a playful edge to his obviously tired and mock-hurt tone. Strong arms gently wrap around Eshra, pulling his still damp form close. Lips press gently against feathers, littering gentle little kisses all over his mate's neck and shoulder.
With how gentle Chief's touches are, how he's keeping Eshra close and showering him with kisses, it's a sign it's just one of those nights. He's in one of those moods where he just wants to hold and to be held. Wants to savor the calm, the peace, cling to it and hope that when he and Eshra wake the next day he won't have to go see his agent for a job.
For now, though, Chief focuses on the present. Focuses on his lovely mate in his arms. The softness of those beautiful feathers against his lips. His mate's scent, those notes of fresh rain brought forth and made more apparent when just out of the shower. Clean and cool and calming.
"Come on, любовь," his voice is gentle, tired. "Let's finish drying you off and head to bed."
“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”
~🦚
𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡
A hand hit the door before it had the chance to open any more than an inch, a wave of anxiety surging through Chief's blood. He could feel his heart beating against his plastron, blood rushing in his ears. Oh, this wasn't good. Can't be seen like this- can't be seen like this-
"I'll be out in a minute!" The slider cringed at both the pain in his arm and the fear he let slip through his voice. On the bathroom sink countertop was a bloody mess. Literally. He couldn't let Eshra see any of it.
Gauze, cotton balls, cotton pads, antiseptic, scissors, surgical thread threaded through a surgical needle. Some are clean, such as the cotton balls, pads, and gauze still in their respective containers. Others were bloodied and scattered about along with little specks of crimson.
Chief had just returned from working another job. Back within the time he said he'd be, but he had made sure to be quiet when he snuck into the apartment. He was used to targets fighting back; they all did, honestly. He didn't blame them. But the one he'd just taken down had more fight than the others.
And they'd gotten lucky.
They had a knife, and they had wielded it well. Managed to damage his gear, that was for sure. He'd need a new vest, one cut had actually managed to get through to nick his plastron. Nothing noticeable really, not among the littering of other scratches and nicks and chips. But it wasn't the holes in his vest or the new fine line on his plastron. No.
It was his still currently bleeding arm.
His target had stabbed him and pulled down. Right in the shoulder. Chief would estimate that the gash was a good four inches long. The blade's hilt didn't touch his arm so he'd guess it's about two inches deep, three max. He had to patch himself up immediately after the job was done, lest he risk losing too much blood.
It had been a messy job and an even messier cleanup. Blood splatters still littered his face, and oh how his arm stung and throbbed with pain as he moved to clean himself up. By the time he finally got to getting the first few stitches in he'd grown numb. He still had to dab away blood from time to time as he went through three layers of stitches, making sure the wound was closed properly and would heal correctly. The last thing he wanted was a deep wound infection.
Lines of orange stained his arm where he'd poured the antiseptic on himself as he'd worked, but at least his wound was closed now. Dry and bandaged, Chief then worked on cleaning the rest of himself up, including getting the rest of the way out of his damaged gear, and then finally- finally exiting the bathroom.
It had been a lot longer than a minute, and Chief knew that. The first thing he did when he was finally free of the bathroom was find Eshra, pull him in for a tight one-armed hug, and shower his lovely mate in kisses and apologies. And when silence fell and Chief was just standing there with Eshra held close, only then did he let how tired he was show in his voice as he asked one little question.
"Can we go to bed now?"
“Stay.”
~🦚
𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡
That one word...
It gives Chief pause. Makes him stop, debate with himself. Makes him grapple with the desire to provide vs the desire to stay. The need to work vs the want to go to bed.
The bed had everything Chief needed. It was place Chief could relax. A place he didn't have to worry. In bed, he didn't have to face the cruelties of the world outside. He didn't have to face the cold or the hurt. Didn't have to fight, didn't have to kill. Didn't have to steal.
The bed had warmth. It had softness. Comfort. Safety.
The bed had Eshra.
"You know I can't." The pain is clear in his voice, and he hides his face as he puts on his cloak. He disliked his job before, having to be an assassin. Having to take lives. Now, since he's settled down with Eshra, he hates his job.
Not because of the killing.
But because it takes him away from his mate.
"Three days." The slider says simply. It was the most he'd expect to be gone. Always like clockwork, he'd return some time within the time he'd given. "Я люблю тебя, маленький воришка." Chief says as he opens and climbs through the window. And like always, his exit routine as predictable as the more mundane parts of his day-to-day, the slider disappears into the shadows of the Hidden City after saying his temporary goodbye.
...Hopefully....
....Always hopefully.
❝ i’m so wet for you … ❞
~🦚
sexual sounds, words, & actions prompts
He really liked this little game...
[ name ] — sender calls out receiver’s name during sex/stimulation
~🦚
sexual sounds, words, & actions prompts
It's the second time they've met. Second time they've crossed paths. Second time they decided...
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Send my muse a 😏 to walk in on them touching themselves and I’ll write my muse’s reaction.
The timing couldn't have been worse...
Hey, Chief...
35.) What's the best way to tease you?
37.) It's your birthday! What could your partner do to make the night really special?
40 Questions for OCs!
"Mmn. Naughty thing..."