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[lovethisheart]

are you all right? you look like you could use a shoulder to lean on.

"... Maybe." His hand was already on the bannister, trying to pull tight on the loose lace of his boot. Someone had removed the front door mats for cleaning on a rare rainy day, and rather than dirty the carpet, he'd stepped out of his boots, taken a bag ( meant for wet umbrellas), and stood off to the side when he'd had a chance to snag a rag from a janitor's cart to dry them off. Some of the other office-workers actually started following his example- but they hadn't struggled when most footwear was slip on and not any higher than the ankles for coverage. Of course, that meant trying to get them on- but he wasn't going to just sit on the floor like a pup. Even if lacing them up put a lot of pressure on his bad leg to stay steady. He was a bit too tall to go unnoticed in these hallways, quiet as he was being. His palm flattens on the wall. Lang's face winces, but his voice remains somewhat neutral, even a smile forming. " If you stand right there, I'll be quick. Left my cane in my office. Had to come back for it. You workin' today, then?"

[elaenim]

Clueless

[kilncreatures]

forest dogy

[mijell1]

That one trend but with Vash, which i did for tiktok

[lovlorne]

———— 🖤┊   HAD ALCOHOL NOT PROVED INTOXICATING ENOUGH,   his stolen, breathy moan plummeted her over the limitless cliff edge. willfully falling into him, xiuying's lips mirror his ravenous hunger, parting easily when his meets hers. a wet warmth washes over his tongue when hers reaches for it, entangling and exploring his maw upon this given opportunity. their parting begets an airy sigh of her own, longer drawn out as her body sinks into his palm, spine arched along his trailing hand.

it's his shirt after all; he knows best how to remove it, and she motions none to deter him, moderately sized breasts resting gently along her bust once freed. long has it been since she was rendered bare before another, and, while their liquor boosted her spontaneity, she was not without shame, no matter how minute. betwixt those thighs were neatly trimmed pubes, obscured and revealed only by shy shuffles.

sheepishly, her meek smile burrows into pudgy cheeks, once sure eyes fleeing temporarily while he basked before her body, specks and stars polished pink and white patterning her skin like constellations painted throughout the night sky.   ( albeit convenient in the moment, she faintly recalled that she was borrowing his clothes, and should have thus kept her underwear on. oh well. )   

returning her attention to his, however, only worsened things. like ants busily trekking home, her eyes trot over his abdomen, her tongue flicked along parched lips    ( how long had they sat parted, her little breaths hitched with realization of this incoming reality? )   all the worse, feeling muscles clench cravingly at the mere mention of his surgery, the implication alone enough to entice her lower half into quick submission. seldom did those urges control her, instead being wielded to manipulate another.

another reason why this was... different, then. her body craved this abnormality, this variety — never would anyone believe their little idol to flock to what most would deem a troublemaker; a bad boy. and yet, that just so happened to be her type, regardless of if she admitted it or not. perhaps trouble truly came in twos. now was time to determine whether he truly mirrored the public's perception.

with a courageous breath, she retreats down his legs, tugging with her his waistband. stopping when it fell to his thighs, dainty digits furl gently around his cock, cradling it to her lips. heat surrounds the head, with brief brushes of her tongue glazing the side like a lollipop, eye contact persisting all the while.

                                       ❝ i want— i need you to ruin me. ❞   

she wanted to be more than the pretty, porcelain doll many thought her to be — even if it meant shattering into pieces. enough of the persona she portrays, enough of silent rules: in this place far from home, she could change — indulge in all that she was never meant to be, and walk a vastly different life without a map to rescue her.

[lovethisheart]

Bodies were not memorable, some nights.

Some scars stood out the most starkly, but this lithe form, gracing his presence.... it was a sight to behold. The pink etchings- he thought they were body tattoos. Most were so tiny, like sparkles or glitter, tracing over them, he expects them to flake away. She was a person of trim things, and it only made sense how well maintained she kept herself through all the stressors. That was the edge of having good money; little details always kept up, when cash flowed.

He might've been content to let her assert her throne there awhile before she was engaged with the section of his body most reliably reactive in these...situations. At length, he was sizable, curved .A bit more than average thickness, the reddened tip beads with clear white. And what better treat for him than,

Those lips. Soft like velvet, and shining like a pearl, the twitch his cock gives is significant to that mouth lingering. Say nothing of his closed eyes, while squeezing her thighs tightly. Low rise jeans weren't in fashion lately, were they?

"... Don't get too comfortable then."

He warns with one more kiss with a sharp canine to drag, murmured on her lips, and then, to start upward, from shoulders to neck, the soft skin. It's a bit fun, following any path of the dotting of pink, like it was laid out for suggestions. He veers off the path only to push himself to sit further up, the palms of his hands smoothing upward, squeezing each breast, trapping the tips between his fingers to tease.

" So pretty..." A simple appraisal. Anyone could say that about her. Lang marks his finality with another kiss, sealing another around her breast, leaving it wet before mouthing down around her ribs. Bites were always going to be part of the package, but it was necessary for his own guardrails to do a bit of work; he guided her hand to his hair. Instant feedback was quicker than someone trying to find words. He always prefaced with gentle sucking, nibbled for the sake of it. And then, sunk his teeth in, each time a little harder. The thicker parts got the best of it. Meanwhile, his thumbs pressed inward. Around the inner dips, his knuckle dragging down the parting, teasing while he blindly finds his target. It's not that hard, and simple enough to stroke, up, down, skip over it entirely to delve inward. It would've been merciful to just wet his own fingers. But it's not what was requested.

" Think you can handle a ride?" He speaks up, while plying those fingers, while still his lips were soothing the last bitten area.

[karlydraws]

The devil

[nightsdoodles]

Calamity ?

[lovethisheart]

His mind had started to float off to other things. The taste of what he'd been imbibing didn't matter, now that he was feeling that bit of wavering... sensation, weighing him in place, asking for nothing but his eyes to stay closed. Everything was secure, without a moment of anxiety- The shadows shifted. Blearily he'd barely acknowledged the change until there's new weight atop him. He can feel the hairs raise on his skin, from his arms to shoot upward, and then down his spine. His hands hover above. Her. Oh God. " I'm, " He laughs, hoarsely. " I'm not afraid. But... Hope you don't think-" His mouth hangs as he relents on dumping every word that wants to come out. The purpose was to share some similar pains, gossip, maybe fill a night with just talk. Yet, surely, not the worst occurence after seeing an old face, on friendlier terms. " I'm, not a person you want, long term. " His fingers aren't resting on her skin yet, and he can feel the heat emanating off her. Maybe it was just too much to start talking about right at that moment- but something had to be made clear. Even when his heart was thrumming, keeping his golden eyes wide, focused on her. " Sure you don't wanna think about this, after some sleep, and water?" One palm presses to push himself upward. The other holds firm, closer to her knee- nothing could make a night more horrible than falling over suddenly.

[lovlorne]

———— 🖤┊   SHE IS NOT WITHOUT DOUBT.   man feared many, feared much. regardless of interpol's horrors, 'twas man's nature to manifest monsters at midnight. from her place atop him, her gaze glitters and glows in the dark, star - spangled pupils unwavering amidst pools of pink irises, bleeding deep into gold.   ❝ who says i'm good for you long term? ❞   she muses, index finger grazing his chin softly like downy feather along skin, ensuring his face would not leave her own.   ❝ either way, we're in the now, so why worry about that? ❞   

sliding her hands beneath his singlet and up his waist, xiuying leans forward, closing their gap with an amorous twinkle on her lips.   ❝ you lead such a different life than i, ❞   she muses, rhythmically rolling her hips along his, sashaying those thighs from side to side while precariously placing herself on his groin.   ❝ i'm curious. and maybe a little thankful for you bringing me here. away from who i have to be out there, ❞   she adds, his prior comfort wafting through intoxicated thoughts.

with more rationale, perhaps she'd heed well placed warnings. but long had sense left her, caution so willingly, hastily thrown thrown to the wind for wolves to pick apart. a hand retreats such that a nail can hook his waistband and pull ever so slightly down, her head lilting left amongst mischief while her lips infringe mere millimeters upon his own, every word a hot huff on his.   ❝ so... you can practice being vulnerable with me. 'cause... in doing this, being... here... i already admitted i'm fine being vulnerable with you. ❞   

[lovethisheart]

Fine manicured hands on his body. She's such a contrast, uncalloused and taking every movement in stride. The gloss on her lips- or did they just shimmer like that naturally?

Just a bit of movement, and he became less and less thoughtful about what this was crossing between them. What was a bit of friction at the cost of finally getting satisfaction? Lang can't bite the sound from his throat before it comes loose, low and breathy. Activity detected, very firmly distinct below the lines of his waist.

It didn't have to be complicated. It's just that the last time he let himself take this route...

But she wasn't her. Far from that mocking laugh. And this wasn't... even remotely the same. This didn't have a sense of duty.

She was already too close to his mouth. Like sealing a contract he takes the opportunity, holding her there, the air through his nose forcing out too hard as he tried to make it last. Taking her chin in forefinger and thumb, to ensure it wasn't as easy to pull back- only in a sentimental sense. Being rough in this state was unwise. He's delicate in pulling up the hem of her shirt from the back, palm smoothing up her spine, until he's pulled it free. Though it'd be easy to rip right off.

There's no reason to hide what he's staring at, if he even could. But where to keep his eyes always feels like a gamble. The softness of her structure, or to the newly exposed portion of her thighs? She might be the type to get easily offended.

"...You might be right." Pushing himself upward, the singlet doesn't need to stay on, either. Elbows stay propped as his eyes flick, deliberating on something.

" ... Got a..." The words he says after slur into the word 'vasectomy', as the alcohol slows him to a stop. If he were sober, he would produce his latest tests, the proof, all for the sake of clarity. And... he didn't want to meet more or new lawyers in his life. "Don't, need anything in particular, to get off. What we do- That's up to you. 'M not lazy." The muscles across his abdomen carve out nicely when he exhales, having settled most of his thoughts, now.

I just need to feel every moment of this.

"Tell me what you need."

[lovethisheart]

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏'𝐒 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍, 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅'𝐒 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍, 𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ?

a wolf in sheep's skin (?)

you are not the foe mangled by media and public perception, but you are not a gentle creature. not by nature, at least. you have fangs and claws and there is some part of you (don't deny it now) that craves to use them; deep down, you want to lash out have already lashed out.you were born with a scream buried in your throat, and ever since you realized the damage it could do, you have donned the gentle one's skin.you howled for others, and not just yourself.

you prance around out of pace with everyone, walking on eggshells because you dare not risk the frail peace you have made. you do not want to be gentle, but you are tired of hurting those you love. you are tired, and you refuse to be the beast that roars in your throat. a coward without friends. you refuse and refuse but dear, starving wolves are always the ones that attack. you musn't won't wear the sheep's wool forever, because one day, the facade will come undone, and you will have to face your maw stained in blood.

tagged: @lovlorne thank youuuu tagging: @goldendivinewrath @wolfwoocl

[lovlorne]

———— 🖤┊   SLY IS HER SNAKE - LIKE SMILE,   feline eyes narrowing with kittenish mischief.   ❝ that so? ❞   she purrs with a teasing lilt, albeit alcohol tugs at her words, slowing them to a drowsy crawl.   ❝ you didn't seem the type to go get 'em, considering the convo before... guess i don't gotta worry' bout you after all! ❞   

her smile fades to neutrality at mere mention of her... "new" found acquaintance.   ❝ he'll be all right, ❞   she scoffs, acid lacing the latter half of her biting statement.   ❝ i'm sure he wouldn't give two shits. he doesn't know me. ❞   her fingers fold into her palms, eyes boring into her thighs as the thought weighs down her head.    ( not anymore. )   

with that, she lays down, facing the couch cushions instead of shi-long, forcing scorned eyes closed and pushing out the thought of her trial and their conversation after the fact. of ray, most of all. perhaps another drink would be a boon.

ghostly footsteps drift to where the baijiu had been abandoned, furious fingers gripping the bottle neck with a deathly grip, gulping down what she could stomach.   ❝ remind me... t'buy you a new bottle, 'kay, babe? ❞   she gurgles, dragging her wrist along her lips, then raising both arms to rub her eyes in a half - assed stretch. it hits like a truck in moments, her stomach unequipped and mildly empty, but the throbbing headache is welcome when pit against stabbing heartbreak.

when she returns, it is not to her designated space, but encroaching upon his own. her faint shadow rests briefly upon that blanket. when next he opens his eyes, it is with her hovering atop him, button nose raised smugly, plush lips arched in a confident, coquettish smile as she places herself upon his pelvis. his borrowed shirt just barely shadows betwixt her legs, silk smoothly draping around her thick thighs.

❝ and anyway even if it did irk him, who cares? all the more reason to fool around with me. don't tell me you're afraid of him, big bad wolf? ❞   

[lovethisheart]

His mind had started to float off to other things. The taste of what he'd been imbibing didn't matter, now that he was feeling that bit of wavering... sensation, weighing him in place, asking for nothing but his eyes to stay closed. Everything was secure, without a moment of anxiety- The shadows shifted. Blearily he'd barely acknowledged the change until there's new weight atop him. He can feel the hairs raise on his skin, from his arms to shoot upward, and then down his spine. His hands hover above. Her. Oh God. " I'm, " He laughs, hoarsely. " I'm not afraid. But... Hope you don't think-" His mouth hangs as he relents on dumping every word that wants to come out. The purpose was to share some similar pains, gossip, maybe fill a night with just talk. Yet, surely, not the worst occurence after seeing an old face, on friendlier terms. " I'm, not a person you want, long term. " His fingers aren't resting on her skin yet, and he can feel the heat emanating off her. Maybe it was just too much to start talking about right at that moment- but something had to be made clear. Even when his heart was thrumming, keeping his golden eyes wide, focused on her. " Sure you don't wanna think about this, after some sleep, and water?" One palm presses to push himself upward. The other holds firm, closer to her knee- nothing could make a night more horrible than falling over suddenly.

[kagoshou]

those are some lofty words coming from a man equipped with a fluffy dogwolfthing plush whose shiny eyes resemble those of afternoon kids show mascots. ... but he decides not to point out the obvious; like what you enjoy best indeed. "i am—" he starts, still far from placid but unbothered by snide; refuses to budge in spite of the other's inbound shoulder, slightly adjusts his grip around the coffee mug, if anything.

"—oooops. careful there."

his coffee? spilling. hot black liquid seeps through fabric instead of trickling down his throat. for shame. however could he have anticipated that the mug's tilted angle would match poorly with a bump? a knowing smile unfurls on his face. "wouldn't want your 'little buddy' to end up with third-degree burns."

[lovethisheart]

And that fine leather cuff might not smell the same after. The plush proof of a hefty donation would suffer stains if not treated well. It's the skin on his wrist, and his fingers that might not recover quickly. It's scalding. Accordingly, he screams. Probably the best defense anyone this spiteful had was relenting in adding milk to coffee, to further increase damage.

Whether the coffee was going to burn him again, the risk is ignored when he knocks the mug-holding hand back, dropping everything else. There is a hand coming for the prosecutor's collar to seize it with growling vitriol.

[ninjapiratesfishy]

them

[hollenix]

for the good of all mankind

[littledoodler12]

That’s why, after all is said and done, I wanted to share my tomorrows with him…

[lloronadormilona]

everything Knives did was for his sisters and for Vash. everything Legato did was for himself and Knives. everything Vash did was for the sake of faith in humanity.

and only one of them managed to get a blank ticket again in the end. it hurts.