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iamfirelordzuzu:

i think you know what this is 

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doppelsgaenger:

                 can you  ❛ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ❜  when i’m ｔｒａｐｐｅｄ behind the  mirror ?                  a doppelgänger ｒｏａｒｉｎｇ from my  sɪʟᴇɴᴛ  kind of  furor .

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giantmurdercat:

can a furry get a promo

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doppelsgaenger:

i made an > in-character/ask blog for bakura <!! PLEASE send him asks and bug him. i will most likely cosplay answers!! url is > yaminobakura < !! it’ll be fun i swear uvu

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voughtly:

There is something about that chuckle– part of her wants to bare canines,  and rip it from him (the other part wants to eat him alive). 

He sought attention from her, and now fingers dig into her hips, rolling hips to hers, she barely matches, grinding down for only a moment, before her own pearly whites dig into painted lips, stifling what he would call pleasure. Space is closed more– breasts pressed flush to what she knows is his shield.

Neck cranes, turning to give access as he speaks. 

A reply that is supposed to be affable at best runs red hot. Movement is quick, pushing up on the balls of her toes, the points of her heels leaving the ground so lips can meet where skin starts, it’s chaste, mostly warm breath on his neck. 

”–A raise, ten percent, and you eat me.” 

                         Vought’s right on top of him and he wouldn’t have it any other way, honestly. Eyes cracked open just enough to see her, he’s still grinning wide.

❝   F i v e    p e r c e n t,     and you ride me. ❞

                         One hand strays from its hold on her hip, sliding around to grab a handful of ass.

[bruuke]

my sexuality is money

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voughtly:

There is only so much she knows she can get away with, she’s his toy if she’s honest with herself. But in this game– he’s her toy in this fucked up charade.

She’s a glittering diamond, and he’s hard pressed carbon–  

Wolfish whites stained the slightest of red as one hand comes to her lips. Pads of her fingers come to her lips, blood turning to ash and she’s moving her claws, ridding herself of the reminder that he’s employed fire. The crack of energy dissipating, heat still apparent. Lips part, hypothetical fangs still bared, but some of her claws are still raking through his hair, the other set coming to rest on devilishly high cheekbones. Painted nail, pointed traces those high lines never digging in, blood is not what she craves– and he’s made it apparent what he desires. 

Slender leg moves between his, space is breached again, her words heavy and lustful, lips daring to almost fall on his neck, but he’s given nothing but warm breath. It’s barely a purr.

“Could you even afford me, Greed?”

                         He’s damn near reduced to a purr as a hand digs through his hair, head cocking in a position that encourages the action. Greed hums a laugh, clearly enjoying the entire ordeal.

                                               And then a leg is slipped between his, a mouth at his throat, and his call for war is answered in a line that would win him over in a heartbeat.

                         The gangster can’t help himself.

                         Possessive hands grip onto hips and he tugs her forward, rolls his hips up into hers, another hum of laughter rumbling in his throat where she teases with her breath. He moves to her ear, acts if he’s to whisper, but delivers his response unlike any secret.

❝   Name  yer  price. ❞

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❝   Th’   f u c k   do you      m e a n   “ ew ” ? ❞

                                                It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before.

[graphenite]

drafts? what drafts? i have no drafts on this blog

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voughtly:

Her boss– if she can even call him that, has a death wish. Hands move, thumb lightly tracing the line of his jaw as arms snake around his neck, sharp nails– claws finding the soft flesh at the hairline, digging in as she leans up, head cocking. Doe eyes work on many of the men that she cheats out of small fortune– but she only plays them for a moment. Only until her given name falls again.   And then she leans forward, brushing her lips against his sweetly for a moment.  The wolf dressed as a lamb bites. And she bites down hair for a moment, before pearly whites rip away, crimson to stain her lips. 

“Don’t call me that– unless we’re alone.”

                         It’s as if he’s entranced as he feels sharp points bite in, nails tasting flesh. He exhales a hiss, chills running the course of the backs of arms and neck.

                         Vought’s meeting his challenge of space, and their lips are only brushing and,  n o , he wants more, needs more physical than that--

                                               --And, well, he gets a more physical reaction, but perhaps not exactly what he had in mind.

                         Eyes momentarily squeeze shut in a pained gurgle, mouth pooling with blood as a chunk of his lower lip is ripped from him. He’s swallowing it down, breathing out harshly through his nose, nails biting into the closest objects. An alchemic crackle announces the healing process, and he knows whatever’s left of his old lower lip is now ash, it no longer a registered part of his artificial body.

                         Eyes peal back open as a grin rolls up across his face, replacing the one that had been ripped off. He’s several exhales, chest a little bit more of a rushed rise and fall.

                                               The Homunculus knows better than to keep pushing, knows it’ll stop being fun if she actually does go apeshit. Plus, he’s got her as wound up as he wants her, so there’s no need.

❝   We  c’n  f i x  t h a t,     if   ya   don’   wanna     put onna show. ❞

[graphenite]

i tried to leave the house but she won’t let me out; deadbolts lock got me strapped to the couch. she’s got a dirtier mind than my mouth. i hate to say the more you fuck the better for your health.

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i've got five fingers on each hand for every mistake that i've made, 'cause my tongue is tied to tonsils and i need to shit and shave. i'm a shade too pale for handsome and have habits i can't shake; but if you try to take that from me, well i'll never be the same, trainwreck that i am, and i am what i am what i am. what i am a trainwreck that i am.

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voughtly:

There are many things she is able to handle– but that name falls like something overly sweet and she reacts– nails are always sharp. Thumb landing on his lips while index and forefinger dig into skin hoping to draw blood. She– boils. Blue eyes flicking to meet his, disgust clear on her face. 

“Greed– I will destroy you if you say that name again.”

                                               And it’s supposed to be a threat, but it only  f e e d s  that smirk, and it damn near breaks his face in half.

                         Of course, Greed can’t help himself, and he obviously has a fuckin’ death wish when it comes to his card dealer.

                         It hurts, yeah, but his Stone does its tidy-work and soon enough the feeling is numbed over and he’s too-far distracted to even register any of it. He’s pushing forward, leaning up into her face, exercising poor sense of personal space.

                                               Because as far as he’s concerned, that’s his space.

                         A shallow breath, and he’s huffing out,

❝   Y e a h? I’d like t’see     it,  B     r     i. ❞

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voughtly:

‘Cause if you’re not really here Then the stars don’t even matter!

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voughtly:

“–Greed.” 

Her tone is one would use to quell a petulant child, but it darkens almost husky, almost lustful– taunting. 

“The only piece of something I want is something that glitters. If you can do that, maybe I’ll take you up on the offer– of seeing how your clothes look on my floor.”

❝   Y ’ k n o w,   I    l u v     when’ya     say     my     name  like that. ❞

                                               He’s not letting up.

❝   How  ‘bout  I  give’ya     a rein  check on that     ‘n   ya   jus’   find  out     n o w,   B   r   i ? ❞

                         The nickname is dropped like a   w a r  d e c l a r a t i o n   through a Cheshire smirk, just  s a t u r a t e d   in cockiness.