BEAUTIFUL POISON

[divinepoison]

GF ZEPHYRA

    Sofia turns the younger woman’s words around in her mind. She’s not as quick-witted as some others, able to dissect and glean meaning from a sentence and snap a retort back just as quickly; words were never her weapons, after all. Does she know what the Reapers - what Tanya Orlova, specifically - want? That question gives her pause. She knows little of Reaper politics, of the power plays within their rivals; if it’s anything like with the Scarlet Angels, then perhaps Sofia wouldn’t be wrong to assume that discord and unrest lies within their ranks just like within hers. “Power,” she answers, keeping her voice steady even as the gears in her mind turn. “Isn’t that what this all boils down to, at the end of the day? The question that remains now is: yours, mine, or ours?”

    Their paralleled echo of footsteps sets Sofia at ease. When they enter the warehouse, she bends down to fetch the pair of gloves she’d left from the previous week, discarding her woolen ones for their leather counterpart, more suited to combat. The candidates before them - contenders, as Sofia likes to call them - stand at attention, only too ready to please their leaders. Watching Tanya in action is mesmerizing, her effect instantaneous on what Sofia had considered to be one of her best fighters. They gasp and heave upon the floor, pupils wide even in the dim light of the warehouse. Sofia turns her eyes to the others, who look at Sofia and Tanya in terror. “Guard your minds, and always be prepared,” she says, to their assembled pupils. “Because I can assure you - you don’t want to be on the other side of her bite.” To Tanya, she says, “Let’s show them how it’s done.” Sofia nods, stands with squared shoulders and a look of grim and heated determination on her face as she turned to fully face the other woman. “Do your worst.” I can take it.

This is personal, not just a concept, an idea shared between enemies. Tanya felt certain this would be the next big thing -- the pit certainly served as a way to gather information and pick out possible candidates for her empire. Sofia would be one of them, sooner or later. Her powers were essential, her temper and ambition a perfect addition to everything they’d hoped to create. While watching the other woman carefully Tanya realized how vital acting had become, rather than watching everything go to waste. She’d set the Orlova plans in motion, no matter the cost, the casualties. “Ours,” she answered truthfully, “I might be a cold-hearted bitch, but I’m not going to backstab a dear girlfriend,” Tanya smirked at the other woman below, who watched all others squirm due to Tanya’s powers. Illusions were effective, but technically easy to counter. They all relied on being believable, on her victims opening their minds enough for her to slither into. Sure, closing off ones mind wasn’t easy nor had she ever seen such a thing, but Tanya knew, one day, she would find someone capable enough. Which is why the training never stopped, the lessons never ended. 

There’s a pause once Sofia encouraged her to do her worst. She wouldn’t want her newfound ally so soon, then again she didn’t want to harmed, either. Circling the other woman, Tanya began to environ herself in a thick mist, shielding herself. Touching the mist would result in burns, or so they’d think. She couldn’t hide her location, so she opted to change everyone’s perception a little bit, play with colors, noises, visual effects. Tanya pulled her hair tighter into a ponytail, trying to provoke Sofia. It was a tactic to distract while the illusion began to slither its way towards her with the intention to cloud Sofia in darkness and an illusion of madness -- a different version from her mother’s abilities, changed and tweaked to fit her illusions. “Let’s just hope you guys have some talented medics,” Tanya smirked, “if you really wanna go hard.”

[divinepoison]

JUDAS:

“You’re going to have to catch me up on what I missed.” Irina sat down with a sigh, rubbing her face.  She had spent the last 24 hours in the Rosnovy drunk tank (as a burly man who could not handle his vodka, despite his large frame).  It had been an opportunity to study some of the police in the city center, and also take note of who in particular would be perfect as a fall guy.

She held out a paper bag, pastries inside.

“Want one?”

She looked around, enjoying the shimmery haze that some of the illusions gave off.

“Mayhem, murder, maniacs roaming the streets,” Tanya turned around to face Irina. She’d always liked her best in her actual form. On the battlefield she preferred to see other faces, of course, but not while it was just the two of them. Seeing Irina’s true face reminded her of the intimacy they shared, the power Tanya longed to have by winning Irina for her cause. Sitting down next to the other Reaper, despised by many, certainly not by her, Tanya’s eyes opened after seeing the pastries. Taking one without hesitation she bit into the pastry and smiled while chewing. Sweets were always appreciated.

“She’s been busy,” Tanya noted, definitely leaving no doubts about who she was referring to, “I need you to be loyal,” her voice turned soft, yet threatening, “Do you think you’ll be able to face her when the day comes? I’m counting on you, сестра.”

[divinepoison]

Comfort Me

Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours

Antonio’s birthday, 2018

It had been a long day for everyone, including Tanya. The constant threat of Angels starting an attack had been in the back of her mind for the past few weeks after more disappeared. No trace of any of them, only rumors, whispers of gifted people vanishing, just like that, without leaving even a trace. Like they were swallowed by darkness, unable to get back out. Every disappearance left a trace of hopelessness, a weight not many were able to fully carry. Tanya caught glimpses of that as she walked through Rosnovy to get some supplies and other things, without Antonio -- not today. No, she’d sent every soldier back to the hideout with only her other, mundane bodyguard remaining by her side. There would be no fights today, no meetings, she had bigger plans for today. 

Returning to the hideout Tanya pulled the cake out of its contained, took the blue frosting pen and carefully scribbled something on top of the white buttercream. Not perfect, but her handwriting stood out nonetheless. Getting everything ready, including her gift, Tanya made her way towards Antonio’s room. Did anyone remember? She entered without knocking and almost dropped the cake after seeing on his bed, clearly miserable. Of course. His parents, his former family -- all repressed memories were flooding back into his mind at a day like this. “Happy Birthday,” Tanya announced herself, closed the door and placed the cake on the nightstand. While she wanted to say so much more, Tanya decided not to torment him today. Today she’d take care of him, no exceptions. Sitting down next to him she began to brush over his back before softly placing a kiss against his temple. Pressing him against her she sat with him, pushing all former conflicts and games aside. She genuinely cared about Antonio. He wasn’t just her shield, not just her lapdog, but a part of herself. He moved whenever she did -- and such loyalty had to be rewarded with unconditional love.

She’d never forget his birthday -- not today, not ever. His head leaned closer towards hers, seeking comfort and warmth just like she’d done earlier. “Happy Birthday,” Tanya repeated, incredibly soft and loving, even Tanya herself got caught off guard. “Blow out the candles and make a wish so we can go out. I’ve made some reservations for us.”

[elisesharpe]

S C H E H E R A Z A D E

⚸ » Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.

[pixiedustings]

Halston Sage – Sbjct Journal April 2020 Photos

[divinepoison]

MASHA VETROVA + CHARACTER ANALYSIS

(from top left to bottom right: name meaning, hogwarts house, archetype, zodiac sign, d&d alignment, mbti type, patronus, surname meaning) @vetrovareign​

+ extra

[divinepoison]

GF ZEPHYRA:

    There is no room for doubt here. No room for half-measures, no room for second glances. Run, and don’t you dare look back. That’s the mantra that’s carried her through her life, the one that’s defined and refined all of her sharp edges. She thinks it’s the creed of a predator, but now she wonders - are they not more fitting words for the prey, for the hunted? Self-reflection has never done her a damn bit of good, so she buries, pushes, suffocates the thoughts until her mind is clear. She convinces herself that what she’s doing is helping them, unleashing them, showing them the way to the light.

    (Then, a nasty voice, one that sounds like her, as only we can be so hateful to our own selves: maybe you’re just sadistic, Sofia.)

    Here, she is in her element, and standing beside Tanya feels like the eye of the hurricane: calm, as chaos reigns all around them. Two like minds, a kindred supposed-enemy. “Could certainly use something to take the edge off,” she says, and inside, Sofia laughs at the irony of her own words, as if she is the injured party in this week’s events. Poor bastard, she thinks. At Tanya’s teasing words, Sofia stops and looks her in the eyes, calculating with her own. Disappointment at her lack of injuries? Amusement at how Sofia still seems so ruffled despite getting off scot-free? Pride at walking away with only a few strands of hair out of place, covered in another’s blood? “I’d never show up in anything less than my very best for an Orlova,” she says with a smirk. “If they’re ready, then let’s not keep them waiting.”

    Sofia nods her head to the side, gesturing to the abandoned warehouse doors that house their proving grounds. 1am, every Friday night, just as scheduled, just as planned. There’s a hush over the city tonight, and their combined footsteps unsettle Sofia. Her fingers itch, and her palm clenches into a fist of its own accord. “They’re getting soft, or complacent,” she says, before she even sees them. “We’ll push them harder. Faster results and if it’s too much…” She lets her words fizzle out in the night air between them. After all, they both know what happens then.

.

Tanya smirked at her comment. For sure. After the festival and sabotage all she wanted was to either fight or retaliate. Sofia belonged to the Angels, so naturally she desired to punish her, among other things. “Don’t worry, I can help with that.” cocking one eyebrow up she tilted her head towards the door while listening to the grunts coming from within. Looking back towards Sofia, Tanya tries to not reveal too much, not more than a smirk, saccharine, almost innocent. “That’s good to hear. You know what we want, don’t you?” An alliance, a partner against Masha, Isaac and all other enemies in Rosnovy. Sofia seemed to be just what they needed. She began to pull her hair back into a ponytail only to secure it with a hair tie. Making deals with the enemy felt wrong, but also so right. The enemy of my enemy and all that -- take one enemy down, then the next -- and who knew? They might grow to become so much more than just enemies.

Following Sofia she stood side by side with the enemy, almost comfortably so. Their walk was synchronized in no time -- anyone listening to their footsteps might’ve suspected only one woman would enter the pit. “We have to push them beyond exhaustion,” Tanya agreed with a melodic sigh. Sounded right to her -- she wouldn’t mind a bit of chaos and destruction. “No campaigns, no open invitation,” she reminded, which seemed obvious as is, but Tanya had to make sure, “Come on, I want to see what you can do.” Entering the pit herself Tanya pressed her hand against one of the fighter’s shoulders, making them believe her touch was scalding hot. They broke contact in no time and, as they tried to leave, Tanya created another illusion, making them believe they were free-falling as they took the first step down, causing them to scream pathetically. “Come on, darling. I don’t bite,” she turned around towards Sofia.

[divinepoison]

BUBBLES:

when: july 18th 2020, 10:30pm. where: rosvony’s cemetery  who: closed to @divinepoison​

It begins with the faintest of sounds, almost lost under the naturally occurring noise of the outside environment. It is a barely there whisper, though she’s come to know that means absolutely nothing — some people’s minds imitate whispers only because they’re on the edges of her range and their actual voices resemble hurricanes and thunderstorms. There’s no reliable way to tell yet which one this person will be, so she will not react either. Raven pushes the sense of anticipation aside and focuses on why she’d come here. She takes one step forward, her eyes going over the text forever etched into the white granite headstone, before she crouches down before it. Normally you wouldn’t find here; graveyards, with their ceaseless reminders of violence and blood and everything that is wrong with this world, are perhaps her least favorite places. But fatigue had overtaken her mother — and, despite its unpleasant energy, this is perhaps the quietest place she’s been this week.

Well, up until now. The voice is close enough now for her to identify who it is; and she would be damned if the knowledge didn’t send a chill right up her spine. “I was wondering when you would find me.” She admits calmly ( because what’s the next best thing to genuine fearlessness? pretending ). There’s a lump in her throat; she swallows it quickly before a steady hand places a lone red rose on the ground. Oh, how she wishes she wasn’t here alone ( the odds are not in her favor ), but she is. And she must make do with the hand she’s been dealt. “A lot can happen in six days.” Inhale, exhale — and just like that, her mask of indifference settles onto her features. In silence, Raven stands, her automatically brushing away all the wrinkles in her coat. Her eyes steal one last glance of the headstone before she turns around, coming face to face with the Orlova heiress. Bracing herself for whatever is about to happen.

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Looking into the mirror Tanya found herself surrounded by her own visions. Applying her eyeliner had been incredibly difficult at first; not because of the application itself, but rather the visions distracting her from the actual goal of painting her face. Over the course of two decades she’d managed to work with what she had -- not to perfection, but definitely to a point in which she could comfortably instill fear into others through the means of everything she had to offer. Spritzing a bit of perfume against her neck Tanya looked at herself in the mirror. No, she wasn’t done yet. She decided to paint her lips in a matte wine red lipstick before actually heading out into the night. Unusually cold today, even for Rosnovy standards. It forced her to pull her coat more tightly around her chest before getting into her car and advising her chauffeur where to drive to. Raven Misky has been spotted at the cemetery - Tanya wouldn’t waste another minute. Checking her gun in the back of the car she pulled the magazine out, checked the bullets and inserted everything properly in no time. She heard the click from the gun and saw the shoulders of the driver jump up ever so slightly. Locking eyes with him in the mirror Tanya did nothing but smirk. 

After exiting her car Tanya began to stroll closer towards the cemetery after commanding her driver to stay back, unseen, unheard. All these gravestones she passed had a story to tell, but she tried to forget her surroundings, for the most part at least. The last time she’d been here she’d mourned her father, yet again, around a month ago. He was resting in a small grave far from all the others with barely any flowers adorning his marble tombstone. A price they had to pay for living in Vetrova city, at least for now. While her father had died before she was born Tanya still felt close to the man she never knew -- a connection to the dead, a familiarity that shouldn’t exist. “So you’ve chosen a graveyard. Poetic. You couldn’t have made it any easier for me, darling.” Tanya approached Raven with a cocky smirk, which she dropped as soon as she turned around to face her. “Are you visiting someone?” cocking an eyebrow up Tanya simply watched the Angel from a few meters away, unbothered. The fact that they both lost someone wasn’t something Tanya would mention or even allow herself to think. Not now. Illusions began to form in the darkness, illuminating parts of the cemetery with creatures straight out of a nightmare, crawling, moaning in agony. “If I knew them personally I could’ve personalized my illusions, oh well.” Pointing her gun towards Raven the Orlova heiress tilted her head, smirked and chuckled. “I know, I know. You were just at the wrong place at the wrong time, right?” she mocked. 

[legaciesladies]

[braterinapetrova-blog]

[divinepoison]

date: July 17th 2020 location: secret fighting pit  closed starter for @zcphyras​

After the mission and success in fooling those naive Angels, Tanya had spent most of her time consulting with the enemy. That’s right -- the enemy. Everyone was, in a way, an enemy of the Orlova’s. There were probably a handful of exceptions to that rule including Antonio and, surprisingly, Sofia. While her mother was the first to point out the other woman, it was Tanya who actively tried to reach out, again, with success. After finding out one or two things about the woman Tanya agreed to finally meet up for a project they’d been eager to set in motion. She was playing a dangerous game, of course, especially considering she had to take a leap of faith. Yet, not many other ideas had cemented in her mind quite like this one. Who was to say Tanya would remain loyal? Oh, she knew how to claw her way into other people’s lives and leave them hopeless. Alas, Sofia’s reputation did worry Tanya. Would she end up exposing them? Would she draw too much attention to their secret?

Adrenaline rushed through her, warm and exciting like a jolt of lightning. Tanya entered the lion’s den all on her own. She’d managed to leave no traces of her whereabouts and anyone who would manage to get her hands on her right now would be able to kidnap her like all the others without struggling at all. Dim lights were hanging high above her heads, illuminating the arena and the rest of the fighting pit. Some were already gathering around the pit, some already beaten up while others cheered on others currently fighting. Tanya saw Sofia from afar and, upon approaching her, she realized how fun their team-up might turn out to be -- if she played her cards right. “You still look fine,” she teased; was she flirting or suggesting a fight? Tanya wasn’t so sure herself, “it’s surprisingly good to see you, Sofia. I see some are already eager to test themselves?”

[divinepoison]

CASANOVA:

“i said you were a princess, not a damsel in distress,” despite the fact that gabriel is clearly conversing with the enemy, the distaste and hatred that normally floods the tone of other scarlet angels is lost on him - even if he is with one of the more unsavory ones. sharp eyes give gabriel a once over, and it almost makes him laugh. he forgets how bold tanya is at times, and if there is anything about her that actually intrigues him, it is how similar the two of them have turned out to be. 

the blade is sharp and cold against gabriel’s neck. he elicits a soft sigh, eyes fluttering closed, flat palms slowly rising in a show of submission. however, the casanova’s lips stretch into a wicked grin as the woman’s teasing words hit his neck, hot and quick, her legs and abdomen brushing against his own. 

“i don’t need saving, princess,” he chuckles, his usual snark and bite still ever-present despite the sharp steel daring to dig into his warm skin. “you know it as well as i do that you find me more fun when i’m alive.”

.

“Either way, you don’t get to call me that,” Tanya answered without much emotion to her voice, at least not annoyance. Gabriel was too handsome, she really had such a hard time looking away from him -- or even building up actual rage while he was nearby. Definitely possible, but rather unlikely. Pressing the knife closer against his neck Tanya simply smiled at him, almost innocently, as if she wouldn’t hurt him. Of course she would, why else would she want to talk to him? They were playing a dangerous game and only the winner would come out unscathed. 

She felt his body warmth, especially now with the cold wind surrounding them at the shore. “Alive, yes, I’m sure chopping off one or two fingers won’t hurt.” Yet, as soon as she finished talking the blade found its way back into her sheath, hidden away for now, but nearby if needed. “Fine, I will play nice for now. This begs the question -- why are you so calm and collected? Do you have anything to say to me?” Tanya asked bluntly. Sure, he could’ve helped the shooters or they were, like she suspected, Angels. “Or are you just playing around like always? Always pretending to be the bad boy?”

[divinepoison]

OVERRIDE:

Tessa watched with slight discomfort as parts of the world started to crumble and disappear around her. Among all the powers people around her seemed to wield, Tanya’s was among those she was most concerned about. There was something deeply unsettling about her ability to change the fabric of reality, to bend the world to her will and Tessa had always been wary about that. Still, there was nothing but a companionable smile to be spotted upon her features as she walked up to the other woman and listened to her thoughts. “I have honestly been keeping myself quite busy with the hunt for our mystery shooters.” Or rather, running herself ragged but she would never say that out loud, even with the constant pressure that made her head throb in pain. 

“However, Masha Vetrova would never be silly enough to let us infiltrate her precious mansion through security cameras.Surveillance is a good idea but we’re going to have to be much more clever about it,” she mused, her thoughts already chasing the new lead, trying to come up with a way they could install and hide surveillance tech within the mansion. It would obviously be almost impossible but maybe she could figure out a way to… It were Tanya’s words that brought her back to the presence and she nodded slightly. Interrogation was not her forte but she would be willing to cooperate with the younger Orlova, as long as they had the same intentions. “I could get you identification on the people who were there, though I doubt they’ve seen much. Might be worth a shot though, it’s not like anything else has gotten us anywhere yet.” Frustration was clear in her voice, before she took a deep breath and looked at the cherry trees around them. “It’s truly beautiful here. Though in a rather dreadful way.” It was simply the way of Rosnovy, there was never any beauty without the constant reminder of cruelty and spilt blood, a city so deeply entwined with its history that beauty always coincided with tragedy - in nature as well as in life. 

.

She’d always considered her powers to be akin of a threatening aura, giving others a feeling of unease and, hopefully, even more respect. Respect that rightfully belonged to her, not to someone as utterly misplaced as Isaac Faulkner. Just thinking about him upset Tanya, bringing out all the thoughts of murder in her mind -- something she only did around other Reapers, knowing that their powers weren’t able to detect her distaste. While it wasn’t a secret, she still played down the amount of hatred she actually felt. Tanya let Theresa get closer, even clearing the illusions on the way to let Theresa into the fun. “I’m sure there’s something to uncover somewhere,” Tanya slightly pursed her lips, “You seem to be the most capable at finding anything -- technology won’t lie to you like whispers would on the streets.” 

Further walking away from her entourage Tanya completely focused on Theresa and what she had to say. While everyone else simply stood in the gardens, unable to provide any solutions, there were people like Theresa who actually tried to make a difference -- successful or not, the thought counted for Tanya. The fact that she decided to join Tanya was also a win in her book -- not Isaac, not Mateo, her. “Even if we’re just eliminating those who can’t be the shooters. People we have seen, who haven’t been anywhere near Gray’s. We have to think differently, we maybe have to start the other way around.” she smirked. “You’re not from here, right?” Tanya asked, suddenly stopping and turning around “As someone who has lived their entire life within Rosnovy I always love to hear stories about the unknown.” With one brow raised Tanya watched Theresa, really looked at her, up and down, all while wondering what she was really up to these days. “Come on, you can tell me. I don’t kiss and tell.”

[divinepoison]

                                   Ｂｅｌｌａｄｏｎｎａ                       𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞

[musingmemes]

suggestive starters meme ( nsfw )

why don’t you make me?

i like you better on your knees.

i can think of a few ways to shut you up.

i wonder if you’re as loud in bed as your are everywhere else.

try and stop me.

is that a complaint i hear?

i hope you’re not too fond of that shirt.

why are you siting over there? there’s a perfectly good lap right here.

i thought you liked it when i was bossy.

are you saying this doesn’t turn you on?

i can tell you’re hot and bothered from all the way over here.

i hope you don’t plan on walking much tomorrow.

you’re not the boss of me.

you’re hot when you’re angry.

don’t make me come over there.

i’m this close to taking you over my knee.

you’re being an awfully bad boy/girl.

you know you want it.

you sure talk a big game… but can you live up to it?

i’m not sure you could handle me.

is that a challenge?

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

I want to see the best in him. That’s a subconscious urge. I suppose. It’s only natural. Yeah, sure. But it means I have an unconscious bias. A blind spot. I thought it was a good thing. Not if your job is to see people for who they really are, no matter how dark it may be.

[divinepoison]

Shag Me 😉

Shag Me: I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters. (a.k.a. Saskia writing smut, actual “””smut””””, so NSFW)

December 25th 2019 - Reaper’s Hideout

Tanya remained sober, always has been while she attended larger, more important festivals. One or two drinks was enough, but she never allowed herself to be completely drunk -- both to not embarrass herself nor tarnish her family name. This didn’t include all other shenanigans within the dark, hidden and performed in the most secluded areas of their hideout. With her mother being rather occupied, Tanya stared towards Antonio from across the hall, her finger brushing over her lower lip. Deep in thoughts she just couldn’t help herself and admired him, his muscles, the way he looked so eager to be hers. She should’ve known better, especially considering her father’s fate. Anyone in love with an Orlova would end up dead. Well, if someone knew, at least. Standing up Tanya brushed his fingers over her neck and began to move away from the crowd, even going as far as to nod at a certain direction so he’d follow. Of course he would -- she’d trained him well. Once the sound of music turned dull and all of the voices were inaudible Tanya finally heard his steps more clearly, rushing after her as if to not lose her within an completely empty hallway. Ignoring him has been incredibly difficult for the past two minutes while Tanya rushed to the other side of the Reaper’s hideout. She went even as far as to run in her heels, just so he’d chase her. Good boy. Her own office seemed too obvious, so Tanya chose one of the empty laundry rooms. No one would even think about entering this room today. Upon entering the room, however, Tanya locked the door after he’d entered as well. Turning around Tanya inhaled slowly, almost to control something inside of her -- an impulse ready to overcome her. “Heel,” she demanded while removing her bracelets, earrings and her expensive necklace -- just so he’d have more skin to kiss over later on.

His eyes didn’t wander towards the jewelry carelessly hitting the floor underneath her, no, they remained focused on her, her curves, lidded eyes, painted lips -- Antonio had to make sure not to crush her as he finally leaned in for a kiss, his hands cupping her ass tightly. Her nails dug deep into his skin -- or as deep as she could manage, just to force him away. “Let’s not skip over my pleasure, I thought I’d trained you well. ‘Guess not,” she sounded disappointed which immediately forced Antonio down onto his knees. Eager to prove himself he let his hands wander upward, underneath her black dress. His touches gave her goosebumps and she already had to suppress any sighs of pure bliss. Oh, she’d waited for this moment, had trained and prepared him for tonight through teasing and charm. But with each new touch they shared Tanya became more and more impatient. Despite her best efforts not to like him she couldn’t deny how muscular and fit he was. Handsome as well, especially now while he looked upward towards her, looking for praise. “You know how to apologize correctly, don’t you?” Tanya whispered while further spreading her legs. His fingers began to curl around her slip, slowly pulling it down. Just the anticipation of his tongue caused Tanya to whimper. Enough games. “Hurry the fuck up,” she demanded. Her fingers grabbed his dark hair and pulled him closer -- and the sensation of his tongue, paired with his devotion, forced a loud moan out of Tanya. “F-fuck,” she whimpered while everything inside of her tensed for just a moment, then relaxed as she let go of any worries and just allowed herself to let go for once. This wasn’t some type of game -- well, not exactly -- it wasn’t a game between equals. Feeling his tongue against her folds Tanya leaned against the door, blissfully moaning as two of his fingers penetrated her. “Oh, fuck,” another whimper, this time because of her desire to finally feel him inside of her. The push of his fingers, spreading, then deeper, caused Tanya to intensify her grip. She didn’t care about possibly hurting him with her nails, she only cared about his tongue right now -- and her inside relaxing, craving more. “Move,” Tanya demanded. Yanking his head back she let Antonio go. His eyes, his damn eyes. His hunger for her wasn’t subtle nor tame. Oh he already ate her, alright. 

Antonio stood up now, his hands rested against her thighs before he picked her up. The washing machine seemed high enough, so he sat her down, though his hands never left her skin. They caressed every part of her body, eager to explore every part of her. Lips sloppily wander over her neck, then towards her lips. Stopping for just a moment, Tanya eventually leaned in closer, pulling him as close as possible, their lips crashing together -- and she allowed herself to really taste him. Biting his lower lip, she still reminded him of who he was dealing with. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me already,” she hissed in between kisses. He rushed out of his pants and pulled his shorts down as well, almost tripping over the fabric. Fucking idiot. He pushed himself inside of her without much care, causing her to moan again, this time louder, less repressed. “Antonio. Good boy,” her words were merely a whisper now, hushed and throaty. He pushed against her relentlessly with his powers almost serving as a hindrance. Pushing too hard could damage Tanya, that much he knew, yet, all he could think about was her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for another deep kiss. As a response Antonio lifted her up, realizing he could easily just carry and fuck her at the same time. He wanted her all for himself, absolutely no inch between them, nothing.